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do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Orthoclase-Alpha - May 04 2020
Follow, follow, follow, right to the wickedly accented entrance to Canis. As soon as they'd crossed the threshold, Alpha quietly took a few longer strides to get in front of Vargas and lead him to a particular spot in the chambers - a wide hall rounding off at the end and sharply going off in another direction.
The kaiju plodded towards the wall, kicking bones forwards in its wake by way of a rudimentary ramp against it. Hoisting itself up on this ramp and pressing a forearm against the wall, it started to clear bones off a break in the rock about a foot above it. All that done, Alpha fished around.
Claws grazed cold metal, and it stretched its other arm to grasp it too and drag it out of the hole. Stumbling back with the surprising weight
@Vargas
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Vargas - May 04 2020
Vargas paced over, staring quizzically at the golden link.
He did not know what it was. A few paces forward, a tentative touch with one hand, and he paused, head tilting.
"It feels magic," he said, at last; "enchanted. It was just this? It appeared, nothing else? The lights went dim, yes?" It wasn't that Vargas could sense magic by some default power; but there was an effect to the chain, a sort of dragging-down that he could feel the moment he touched it. It was meant to do something, he felt--but what, he didn't know.
@Orthoclase-Alpha
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Orthoclase-Alpha - May 04 2020
Magic, but - Alpha felt uneasy by it. Perhaps it was just its natural dislike of magic that wasn't cast by itself, a distrust bred by everything else.
Seems like it knew jack shit about the circumstances of this link's appearance.
@Vargas
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Vargas - May 04 2020
Intently.
"Attacked you?" he demanded, at once. "Well? What happened?" Clearly, he was impatient to get the entire story.
It was very important to know how, and why, his spawn had reacted, and what the outcome had been.
@Orthoclase-Alpha
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Orthoclase-Alpha - May 04 2020
/time travels around the vagueposting
...
After what was surely a very interesting anecdote involving spears being shaken and exactly two featherless bipeds (behold, a man elf!) and Alpha ultimately concluding it was fine - aside from the thorns still stuck in its rear - it stared back down at the chain link.
Assuming either of them could bend metal (they probably couldn't.)
@Vargas
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Vargas - May 04 2020
"Hrmph. Take it to Algol. He will-"
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Game Master Dark - May 04 2020
"Tell you precisely what it is? Gauge its value?" Dark humor laced the tone, and yet, when the clawed hand touched the gold, the Collector froze completely.
When his voice came again, it was cold, distant, thrumming with power he had never before shown; he backed up a pace and stood tall, withdrawing his hand as if burnt. "I do not want it," he snapped, and then, turning to look sharply at Orthoclase-Alpha, and with no sign of fear in his tone of the Vargas-spawn, he demanded--"Where did this come from?"
@Orthoclase-Alpha
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Orthoclase-Alpha - May 04 2020
Leave it to Algol to scare the orthoclase just about out of its wits. It shuffled back a few steps, involuntarily falling into a defensive crouch - before subtly relaxing and shuffling so its feet were fully back underneath itself.
The Collector hurried away from the link, voice shifting abruptly and taking on a tone - and Alpha was all about tone - of urgent demands, harsh snapping. Instinctively, it smoothed out its quills and lowered its head, hunched its shoulders. Not cowering but shocked submission.
@Vargas
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Vargas - May 05 2020
It wasn't fear of the Collector, exactly--or even respect of him. It was fear of whatever the hell had just scared Algol. Algol was never... serious. He never displayed any sort of fear. He was sneering oil and leering jokes. He was slimy deals and sickly-sweet promises. His power was always kept hidden, and he always kept the upper hand.
And now-... Vargas knew that Algol demanding information wasn't aggression, not toward Alpha--it was fear.
He was afraid.
"What is it?" he demanded, at once, and his own voice came rough. If this was a threat, they had to deal with it at once. "Is this one of your cursed toys, Algol?" but there was little vehemence in the question--he doubted the Collector would ever make anything that he himself would actively fear.
RE: do you feel that res-pir-a-tion? - Game Master Dark - May 05 2020
"No," he said, at length, and that strange, booming quality to his voice, now unsuppressed, seemed to vibrate at the bones. Without explanation, he turned to the pair, staring. "Make no mistake, I don't want this. I don't want what it implies. But I wouldn't leave this loose, Overseer Vargas," he warned; "I can take it away from here..." and he looked back at the golden link, as if wondering.
@Orthoclase-Alpha