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genessia2018-07-14 05:31 pm
sarcastass) wrote in genessia2018-07-14 05:31 pm
Entry tags:
Chasing the tail of Dogma
Who: Szelhamos and Solas
What: Szel manages to stumble into a nice little metaphysical space and decides to Flip This House.
Where: "Fayren" but mostly within a dream thanks Solas
Warnings: Depictions of gross demon faces and spiders and shit, you know. The usual.
See, he didn't go 'wandering' today with anything really in mind. It was taxing, staying crammed into such a small shape. Into such a confined shape. He liked to stretch his legs every now and again.
All eight of them.
Now, granted, this wasn't something he'd be doing if he was visible. Normally, excursions with this much of his real shape exposed were regulated to library time only, deep within the fortress in his subgate where no one who cared about this shit would be able to find him.
Wandering open 'spaces' like the one he'd just discovered though, were a different story.
There was a very good chance the massive spider had no ability to maintain a more acceptable shape in here.
The lack of laws here, specifically the laws of physics, didn't really seem to impede him at all, the massive creature easily maneuvering up, down, over and around every flavor of obstacle he came across, apparently perfectly capable of establishing at least some form of order, if only around his own person.
The grinding, painful, rusty ticking of clockwork gears followed him, echoing from the massive, degrading gear set upon his back, behind his head like a tarnished halo. Six smouldering, twitching and broken wings lit the area like a torch around him, not that he necessarily needed it.
Midge, the massive flickering roach that he was, could see just fine without the light, perched comfortably on the demons shoulder, his saucer sized gold and red eyes locked on the path before them obediently.
The upper half of an emaciated seraph, fused painfully to the bristling body of a horrifically large brown recluse, an uncomfortable mash of bird, human, arachnid and machine, he'd at least... fit in with the uncomfortable surroundings.
"This was not here before." The insect on his shoulder, his tone demure and lisping, pointed out rather obviously. It was hard to tell if the expression on Szel's face was a smile or just dismissive, slashed at either cheek as it was, but the answer seemed neutral, if not curious enough.
"All the more reason to look at it. It'd just be a shame if it meant anything terrible for Genessia, right?"
JUST AWFUL, he sounds so CONCERNED.
What: Szel manages to stumble into a nice little metaphysical space and decides to Flip This House.
Where: "Fayren" but mostly within a dream thanks Solas
Warnings: Depictions of gross demon faces and spiders and shit, you know. The usual.
See, he didn't go 'wandering' today with anything really in mind. It was taxing, staying crammed into such a small shape. Into such a confined shape. He liked to stretch his legs every now and again.
All eight of them.
Now, granted, this wasn't something he'd be doing if he was visible. Normally, excursions with this much of his real shape exposed were regulated to library time only, deep within the fortress in his subgate where no one who cared about this shit would be able to find him.
Wandering open 'spaces' like the one he'd just discovered though, were a different story.
There was a very good chance the massive spider had no ability to maintain a more acceptable shape in here.
The lack of laws here, specifically the laws of physics, didn't really seem to impede him at all, the massive creature easily maneuvering up, down, over and around every flavor of obstacle he came across, apparently perfectly capable of establishing at least some form of order, if only around his own person.
The grinding, painful, rusty ticking of clockwork gears followed him, echoing from the massive, degrading gear set upon his back, behind his head like a tarnished halo. Six smouldering, twitching and broken wings lit the area like a torch around him, not that he necessarily needed it.
Midge, the massive flickering roach that he was, could see just fine without the light, perched comfortably on the demons shoulder, his saucer sized gold and red eyes locked on the path before them obediently.
The upper half of an emaciated seraph, fused painfully to the bristling body of a horrifically large brown recluse, an uncomfortable mash of bird, human, arachnid and machine, he'd at least... fit in with the uncomfortable surroundings.
"This was not here before." The insect on his shoulder, his tone demure and lisping, pointed out rather obviously. It was hard to tell if the expression on Szel's face was a smile or just dismissive, slashed at either cheek as it was, but the answer seemed neutral, if not curious enough.
"All the more reason to look at it. It'd just be a shame if it meant anything terrible for Genessia, right?"
JUST AWFUL, he sounds so CONCERNED.