Puck spins around and ducks back into the hall, where their newest and deadest acquaintance makes a lunge for him.
What happens next looks a little like a pointillist painting-- blurry, but punctuated with spots of action (or in this case, spots of blood). It ends with Puck squeamishly withdrawing the ring of picks from the creature's eyes.
They are all covered in some manner of corpsical fluid.
Ew. Ew. Ew--
"Come come," he says, pinching the metal ring between two fingertips and plucking at Havelock's sleeve with his free hand, "I had rather not have any more come near."
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Date: 2011-06-15 09:44 pm (UTC)Puck spins around and ducks back into the hall, where their newest and deadest acquaintance makes a lunge for him.
What happens next looks a little like a pointillist painting-- blurry, but punctuated with spots of action (or in this case, spots of blood). It ends with Puck squeamishly withdrawing the ring of picks from the creature's eyes.
They are all covered in some manner of corpsical fluid.
Ew. Ew. Ew--
"Come come," he says, pinching the metal ring between two fingertips and plucking at Havelock's sleeve with his free hand, "I had rather not have any more come near."