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Consolation

ghastlygaster:

[✱ It turns and watches them as they approach, silent and still.. before abruptly charging towards them with the intent to consume them whole. Of course, with Runi just being a projection.. it doesn’t really do much of anything.

This seems to frustrate the beast, and it roars loudly, almost seeming to shake the void around it.]

* [YIKE. That’s something they’re going to have stuck on the mind for a while. They stand their ground, though, holding out their hand towards it again. Gotta keep firm with this…]

* { i know you’re hurting. i’m not going to go away just because you attack me. }

Consolation

* [Continued from here, closed w/ @ghastlygaster ]

* [The ceased wailing is a good sign, probably. They watch the beast warily, taking a tentative step forwards with an outstretched hand – palm up.]

* [Hopefully they won’t get attacked, but if they do… It’s just a projection, and they’ll keep trying. They seem determined about this.]

Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

{ * … }

{ * What a mess… }

[ * That attack seems to do the trick, Pathos’ skull being mushed into a slurry of dust and green ichor. After their host goes, so do the butterflies, popping and exploding that same ichor. ]

[ * Left behind is a blackened SOUL, it shuddering violently before disappearing with a loud POP. ]

[ * Adversary purified??? Wait, wrong game- ]

📝 [Whatever works.]

📝 [The ichor is quickly vanished, as if it had never happened – and Flaps is subsequently knocked out, presumably to be woken later on with very little recollection of the incident. For a little while, at least.]

📝 [Bye, Pathos…..]

Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

[ * He doesn’t have much mobility outside of his own hands holding this reforming body up, and most of his concentration’s going towards the ones lodged in Flaps’ jaw bones. It’s pretty safe to say that he’s swept up in the lunge. ]

[ * But, ah, now you have those butterflies to contend with, and they’re starting to swarm him. The bone making up his face is where they decide to light, followed by a faint scratching sound. What is it they’re trying to do..? ]

{ * …That’s just playing dirty. You know exactly what they’re doing. }

[ * What? Trying to scrape away and eat the bone? Maybe. ]

📝 [NAUGHTY????]

📝 [Flaps doesn’t seem to be too focused on this swarm – he instead is Wholly Intent on crushing Pathos’ skull and any of that reforming body that he can. He’ll deal with the pest problem after – he’s gotten aware enough to be able to piece together that Hey, This Guy Started This, therefore, he dies first.]

📝 [MAYBE that’s a little too much. BUT! He sure is ripping at Pathos at this point. No mercy.]

📝 [Definitely safe to say that Pathos won’t be permitted to return when he inevitably comes back from this.]

Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

[ * The butterfly will make it out somehow. It’s smarter than it looks. ]

[ * Flaps is free to grab that club, because the hands have let it go to favor lodging themselves in his jaw’s socket, trying to pop it out of place. ]

[ * Pathos, meanwhile, is hovering a few feet away, waiting for his body to grow back. Those butterflies work quick, as they’ve got his rib cage mostly assembled, the new bone dripping a sickly green ichor. ]

[ * It might also be nothing, but a few of the butterflies have started hovering around Flaps’ head. ]

📝 [Hope so…..]

📝 [He does grab it, but once those hands go for his jaw he really. Starts freaking out a bit. He doesn’t seem quite as enraged now – more afraid. This hurts!!! This Sucks???? Horrible. Awful. 0/10.]

📝 [He flails around a bit in an attempt to get the hands away – and he spots the partially-reformed Pathos. He LUNGES, full speed, aiming directly for the skull this time.]

Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

[ * That is a real shame. The disturbed green mass releases more and more butterflies that collect around his skull, them beginning to reform his skeleton from the neck down. A larger butterfly that doesn’t quite look like the rest takes flight, going right out the door and into open void. ]

[ * As for the remains of Pathos, that bone club is headed directly for that injured jaw, moreso to get attention than to hurt this time.  What is he trying to get out of this, exactly? ]

📝 [Gross….. Hope that butterfly is good at navigating, though. There isn’t any doors down here – not any that lead out. The only door that could is up the stairs – providing he didn’t close it when he came in, at least.]

📝 [But! The movement catches his eye and he swings around, claws and wings outstretched. He tries to grab that club firmly in his mouth, clawing away at the hands holding it. It’s tender!!! Blease no touching.]

Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

[ * Now, here’s the real funny thing. What Flaps is digging at looks like bone, works like bone, but isn’t actually bone. All that strain detaches Pathos’ skull from the rest of his body, summoned hands picking it up so he can watch his body turn to green mush and tattered clothes. ]

[ * A few familiar-looking butterflies crawl out of the green goop, fluttering about before lighting on Pathos’ skull, their eyes trained on the violence Flaps is committing. ]

[ * There’s more summoned hands where that came from, them picking up the bone club. You’re in for a ride now, sonny- ]

📝 [Ohhh. Ohhhh no. Bad????? Really bad,]

📝 [Flaps’ focus is ENTIRELY at ripping this mess to absolute shreds, currently. His wings are outstretched and flapping angrily, his tail thwacking at the floor – he’s even digging deep scratches into the floor itself by now in his attempts to demolish this thing.]

📝 [He MIGHT smack that floating skull with how wild his wings are going, but…. He might not, too. He’s not paying much attention to where the head went.]

Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

[ * That crack sends shivers all up and down his spine, a faint memory threatening to bubble to the surface. It’s distracting enough to let Flaps’ claws sink right into him, successfully pinning him. ]

[ * He writhes and thrashes in the other’s hold, bringing his bone club down on that claw harshly. Although he’s in a bad spot, he seems to be…smiling, in a sickening manner. ]

[ * The biggest question right now is why he doesn’t just teleport out of Flaps’ grasp..? ]

📝 [Ya uh, you’re freakin me out a bit there bud,]

📝 [Unfortunately, or. Well. Maybe fortunately for Pathos? He isn’t going to stop there. His other paw comes up and starts Digging at his upper body. He manages to get purchase right under his topmost ribs, and, well….]

📝 [Unless Pathos teleports away, he RIPS at that spot, probably at the very least cracking his bones all the way up to his face – at the worst he’d be disconnected from the rest of his body. Luckily for Flaps, his front and back claws are pretty well protected – it still stings, for sure, but it doesn’t crack like his face did. He’s slowly crushing Pathos’ lower body as he digs and rips at the top.]

Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

[ * He gettin’ Real poofy. The lack of action on Flaps’ part is making Pathos frustrated, the jabs at the other becoming less of an irritation and more of an effort to hurt. Needless to say, he’s doing the Opposite of backing off. ]

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[ * Screw this jabbing nonsense. It’s time to swing the bone like a club at Flaps’ face, namely his jaw. ]

📝 [BITCH…. THAT gets him really mad. The club connects with a loud, sickening CRACK, and Flaps lets out a thunderous roar!!!!]

📝 [As he does, he swipes at Pathos pretty harshly, claws outstretched. He aims to not just knock Pathos down, but to dig those claws in and pin him down. He’s PISSED.. and he even has a crack in his face where that club hit. Gg, Pathos…..]