UP THEN IT'S STUCK ☆ typhoon capture

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── He watched with unabashed amusement at the interaction between mother and daughter, the response that his own mockery had dragged out of Vayne seemed to start a chain reaction within the deep recesses of his brain. ”Oooh, strike one.” He hissed, settling down and curling his tail over his front paws. It was like free entertainment, in a way the other two captures had not been and would not be. The smugness was contagious, he couldn’t help but revel in the reaction himself. A sideways glance was cast at the Guru, a direct response to the bold claim that the captive would be searched for. ”Perhaps. I’m sure we’ll see for ourselves, apparently. Big words from such a little thing.” Angel’s tongue ran across his teeth, a brief thought of many more new test subjects for his scientific partner in crime, but how did the sea affect it’s residents? A curious topic to be investigated one day, surely. And perhaps not a day too soon. The jaguar looked at Arvid as well, as if silently confirming his ideas with the poison maker, but no words were actually spoken on the subject. ”Let them come, since you’re so sure. May they bring as many sea-farers as they like. I will personally skin each and every one, the more distressing for you the better, Vayne Cipher-Folie-Roux.” He leaned forward, as if the cub was daring one more word to exit her mouth, the background conversations becoming almost lost on him as he gave in completely to his vitriolic hatred for a girl he had only just met. He wondered how many bodies would pile up if he kept his word. Not that he had any inherent interest in actually killing anyone, he was no warrior, simply a man of the arts.