09-09-2019, 05:54 AM
"Tanglewood, huh?" From somewhere beyond the wall, a low voice alights with nostalgia. It takes one second for heavy footsteps to shudder the earth, another for a large, black figure to reappear at the top of the structure, its leathery wings spread wide to keep its balance. The fiend's talons hook into the wall's surface, scraping slightly as she leans her weight forward to extend a pointed muzzle at the Tangler, looking at her from head to toe with feigned but criticism. She nods, satisfied, before leaning back to a balanced posture, careful not to tip over on the other side.
"Well then, Tangler, i's nice to meetcha! Th'name's Vandal Roux, resident aunt and troublemaker extraordinaire." Vandal has only been back for a few weeks, and already her old accent has begun to return, hooking words and colliding them on her tongue, until entire sentences can spiral past her teeth with chopped fluidity and sharp-toothed grace. The Rouxes have always had a way with words. "Heard you's were doin' pretty good for yourselves? 'Least tha's what I heard, feel free t' correct me if I somehow got even tha' wrong."
To think about it, Vandal isn't quite sure she's ever even been to Tanglewood before. She'd heard rumors—heard they lived in a semi-radioactive swamp and ate crocodiles for breakfast, but neither pieces of information, whether factual or not, would have dissuaded her curiosity. If anything, if there were any truth to those rumors, she'd likely be even more excited to sneak a peak... but now here stands a Tangler in front of her, and Vandal thinks maybe she should take this opportunity to shed some light on her thoughts. "Hey. S'it true that you've crocodiles in your place? Can Tanglers eat them, or are they some celebra'ed thing tha' shouldn' be killed?"
"Well then, Tangler, i's nice to meetcha! Th'name's Vandal Roux, resident aunt and troublemaker extraordinaire." Vandal has only been back for a few weeks, and already her old accent has begun to return, hooking words and colliding them on her tongue, until entire sentences can spiral past her teeth with chopped fluidity and sharp-toothed grace. The Rouxes have always had a way with words. "Heard you's were doin' pretty good for yourselves? 'Least tha's what I heard, feel free t' correct me if I somehow got even tha' wrong."
To think about it, Vandal isn't quite sure she's ever even been to Tanglewood before. She'd heard rumors—heard they lived in a semi-radioactive swamp and ate crocodiles for breakfast, but neither pieces of information, whether factual or not, would have dissuaded her curiosity. If anything, if there were any truth to those rumors, she'd likely be even more excited to sneak a peak... but now here stands a Tangler in front of her, and Vandal thinks maybe she should take this opportunity to shed some light on her thoughts. "Hey. S'it true that you've crocodiles in your place? Can Tanglers eat them, or are they some celebra'ed thing tha' shouldn' be killed?"
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON