12-04-2019, 12:15 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Oh god, oh no, that is a bigass spider.
Kazuhira doesn't consider himself a coward by any means - in fact, he was the top of his class, the first to take to the field, and there was little he hadn't trained extensively for - but this isn't something he can just nod along and move on from. The fire breathing cats with wings? Okay. The occasional dragon? Ghost? Demon? He would get used to it. Tanglewood was full of surprises, yet this seemed to be a whole other level of confusing.
So he smiles, a little too tightly, and tenses the muscles at the nape of his neck to keep from cringing visibly. That is the routine he is accustomed to, outside of the other variables, and some kind of baseline to stick to makes the situation slightly less daunting. The cheetah tries not to think of all the vivid nightmares he's going to have about the camel spiders and rotting bite wounds he'd seen in the outer jungles of the Beyond, and grits his teeth for a moment just to bear through the excruciating mental effort.
"Subjects," he repeats slowly, then clears his throat a little to hide the fact that he more or less squeaked the word. He swallows, tries again. He finds one of eight eyes to focus on, if only to make this less about the fact that this is a giant spider and he might as well be a fly. Carefully, Kaz recites in the most modulated of tones, "Miller. Kazuhira Miller. Welcome to the ranks."
Kazuhira doesn't consider himself a coward by any means - in fact, he was the top of his class, the first to take to the field, and there was little he hadn't trained extensively for - but this isn't something he can just nod along and move on from. The fire breathing cats with wings? Okay. The occasional dragon? Ghost? Demon? He would get used to it. Tanglewood was full of surprises, yet this seemed to be a whole other level of confusing.
So he smiles, a little too tightly, and tenses the muscles at the nape of his neck to keep from cringing visibly. That is the routine he is accustomed to, outside of the other variables, and some kind of baseline to stick to makes the situation slightly less daunting. The cheetah tries not to think of all the vivid nightmares he's going to have about the camel spiders and rotting bite wounds he'd seen in the outer jungles of the Beyond, and grits his teeth for a moment just to bear through the excruciating mental effort.
"Subjects," he repeats slowly, then clears his throat a little to hide the fact that he more or less squeaked the word. He swallows, tries again. He finds one of eight eyes to focus on, if only to make this less about the fact that this is a giant spider and he might as well be a fly. Carefully, Kaz recites in the most modulated of tones, "Miller. Kazuhira Miller. Welcome to the ranks."
[align=center][div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:verdana;color:#4c5461;letter-spacing:-2pt;"][i][b]—-— I GET [color=#4c5461]MEAN WHEN I'M
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG