Just a Hologram [Jennifer]
Posted Nov 1, 2018 10:59:43 GMT -7
Post by Vieri di Adatto Isabello on Nov 1, 2018 10:59:43 GMT -7
What was with these weird sparkle limbs? He got as much reaction from lightly zapping them as he would've gotten splashing a rock with water. He grumbled expletives related to the mage they'd just fought and how he wasn't a sack of potatoes to lug around and he hoped the janitor had cleaned the floors recently as there was nothing much more to do than, indeed, be dragged along.
As much as he disliked being dragged in principal, in practice it was nice to still be horizontal and not have to move his own limbs. He couldn't work himself up enough to be too indignant. When they came to a stop and the limbs vanished into black smoke, his gaze moved lazily from the ceiling above him down to her.
"You know, for someone so bright and colorful, your magic sure has a damn ominous way of working." He grunted bluntly. The arms were addressed with a stare that was as long as it took for him to recognize their purpose, and afterwards were given an aloof upturned chin. "Being tired's no reason to stop and rest if shit still needed to be done." He huffed.
A glance was sent down the hall again, before a second was given again to the limbs. With a prideful sign through his nose, he reached for the first. The strain in his shoulder and brow looked like he was putting all his arm's strength into getting up, but he was relying primarily on Jennifer's limbs to slowly pull himself up to his feet.
"That jerkass looks like he's gone, though, so I guess it's fine to rest now. But look, if any prune-faced steam cooker attacks you like that again, or is rude to you, or even looks at you wrong, just let me know and I'll help you break their legs." Once he was on his feet, he was using Jennifer's arms to keep himself there. "You reacted well for a greenhorn. I get the feeling you'll carry your weight in battle, so I won't mind standing beside you." He paused, and gestured tiredly down the hall with his arm. "One of the dorms not far from here is one of my friends', I think. Let's go there."
As much as he disliked being dragged in principal, in practice it was nice to still be horizontal and not have to move his own limbs. He couldn't work himself up enough to be too indignant. When they came to a stop and the limbs vanished into black smoke, his gaze moved lazily from the ceiling above him down to her.
"You know, for someone so bright and colorful, your magic sure has a damn ominous way of working." He grunted bluntly. The arms were addressed with a stare that was as long as it took for him to recognize their purpose, and afterwards were given an aloof upturned chin. "Being tired's no reason to stop and rest if shit still needed to be done." He huffed.
A glance was sent down the hall again, before a second was given again to the limbs. With a prideful sign through his nose, he reached for the first. The strain in his shoulder and brow looked like he was putting all his arm's strength into getting up, but he was relying primarily on Jennifer's limbs to slowly pull himself up to his feet.
"That jerkass looks like he's gone, though, so I guess it's fine to rest now. But look, if any prune-faced steam cooker attacks you like that again, or is rude to you, or even looks at you wrong, just let me know and I'll help you break their legs." Once he was on his feet, he was using Jennifer's arms to keep himself there. "You reacted well for a greenhorn. I get the feeling you'll carry your weight in battle, so I won't mind standing beside you." He paused, and gestured tiredly down the hall with his arm. "One of the dorms not far from here is one of my friends', I think. Let's go there."