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[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ guess who bought himself a nice, bad-ass silk shirt with the money he pilfered? Come on, guess 8> GUESS.

THIS GUUUUYYYYYY and he looks damn fine in it, and quite jubilant. He hasn't been able to afford something this nice in a long time so he is just one just smugstorm over here, grinning to himself while he scours the Red Light District. Because when you have money you know what else you totally need to do?

Buy hookers. ]


[ ooc; OPEN TO THE TOWN, EVENING-STYLE ]

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[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

F, fuck you, you'd better tell me--!! You think you can pull this shit just 'cause I'm only halfa one?!

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[...that actually makes him pause, his leering smile falling]

...Half of one?

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

What--can't even sense it now?! Asshole! Don't fuck with me, you can tell I ain't entirely human!

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[with the number of inhuman things he's run across now... this is suddenly some sort of last straw in his mind. He doesn't understand, he's in the middle of a game whose rules just changed, and he hasn't planned how to react in this situation.

He needs to think.

So... in a snap decision, he opts to try buying himself some suddenly much-needed space. With a shimmer of violet light, his form shifts again--gaining half a foot in height while a massive pair of reptilian wings stretch out of his back.]

I do whatever I want--! [his wings are too big to fully unfurl in this room, but he does what he can, hissing and flapping them open threateningly as he makes a feint for the guy]

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ Oh geez kdjsghsk if that doesn't look threatening nothing does--and for a second Kaz recoils in surprise as not one extra set of eyes opens up on his head, but three--giving him eight eyes, although all but his two original all much smaller and black or red. ]

Shit--you wanna go??

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[ha-- that is exactly what he wanted not to happen. People are supposed to run when he threatens them, not... turn into something crazy. Especially not something that seems smaller and far more maneuverable in a cramped space like this.

In addition to the wings, his hands and feet have become meaty, knuckly talons that flex anxiously, and a pair of tails slide audibly back and forth over the floor behind him. His whole demeanor screams that he is defensive and dangerous, face twisted in a snarl at the creature standing between him and the door]

You should go.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

You've got your fat ass on my shit! Hand over my shirt and I might consider it, jackass. [ he bares his fangs at Tek in response even though...everything about this just says GET THE FUCK OUT ELLIS. They're no long sitting nicely where his eyeteeth ought to be, and he's got more of them; one eye's gone completely black too ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[he's apparently not going to answer with words, this time. Instead, he suddenly pulls his wings closer to his body and ducks down nearly to all fours-- and then makes a much more dramatic rush for the other monster.

Talons and teeth are coming at Ellis now, along with little rivulets of what looks like black oil running between Tek's fangs. It sprays a little when he snarls, the drops hissing when they hit the floor.]

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ OH DEAR GOD ASDKFHDKS if that doesn't scare the shit out of him nothing does--right away Ellis is retreating....right up the wall. Yup. Like a bug he's rushing up to the ceiling and puffing his cheeks out. For all intents and purposes it looks like he's going to spit--and does! But it's not saliva that comes out, it's thick, powerful and sticky webbing that he sprays over the top of Tek ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[WHAT THE HELL IS THIS. Between Ellis skittering up the wall, and then getting COVERED IN DISGUSTING WEBBING, Tek loses his cool a little. Knocking lamps and things off the endtable as he flaps his wings and thrashes, he finally twists around enough to be able to look up at where the spider is clinging to the ceiling.

And then, with an awful hiss, he spits back. But it's not webbing. It's corrosive poison.]

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ Ellis has never had to jump so fast in his whole life to avoid death kgskdgks One second he's cursing and the next he's landing hard on the far wall, still stuck to it but lacking his right arm. It's become blackened and elongated, sectioned--just like a spider's limb, only with claws on the end. A much smaller-looking one curls toward his torso from where it sprouts out of his ribcage, and more of his face has goen black, his eyes more pronounced and mouth hardly human anymore.

He hisses back at Tek, fangs glinting, and then spits more silk webbing at his face ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[Tek isn't normally one for fighting... but, right now, he wants nothing more than to rip the little bug's legs off. He shrinks back, running into that poor endtable again, and paws at the webbing on his face. He can't see shit!

He's forced to use his own acid to eat away at the webbing--scrubbing the gnarled joints of his talons over his face, wings folding in around him defensively while he's blinded]

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ Perfect--Kaz is using that opportunity to launch himself back toward the bed, landing in a crouch on it and trying to gather up hi clothes while Tek scratches at his face B> ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[the squeak of bed springs clues him into the fact that the spider has moved, so he's whirling in the general direction of the bed and blindly spitting more acid--a wide splattery spray of black liquid]

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Shit--!! [ Ellis has never ripped bedsheets up to cover himself faster, since he can't jump out of the way--and as soon as he feels it hit the blanket he tosses it away when the hissing starts.

....Unfortunately that also means his shirt got a front-row seat to acid theatre, and is smoking. ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[Tek will take some comfort in that poor acid-bit shirt, later. Hope you're happy to have your precious clothes back, insect. B(

Also, you might want to move soon, because Tek has at least one eye free of webbing, and is now squint-glaring in his direction. Web and oily black everywhere, a continuous low and murderous growl rumbling in his chest, acid drooling steadily from his mouth...

...And there is also a buildup of skincrawly energy beginning to hum in the air.

He is going to kill you.]

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ ....H's starting to think his welcome might be a bit worn out now, yep. And he'll respond accordingly pretty much right away, backing up off the bed and scooting quickly toward the window as he struggles to pull himself back from his half-formed state ]

Y, you asssshole! That was my ssshirt! [ but he's not gonna say more than that because the look tek is giving him? not too great )8;; he's going to hiss once more, but after that? FUCKIN' PEACE. he's crawling out of there so fast. ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[...goodness.


WELL.

This encounter didn't go exactly as planned. Shifting back to human form helps gets rid of enough of the webbing to be able to actually see and move, but... it's still on him. ...It's in his hair!

He takes a minute to look around at the carnage-- furniture knocked over, ruined sheets hanging off the bed, webs, holes from the acid pockmarking walls and ceiling and floor...]

...Damn.

[and then--right. They made a lot of noise, and he does not want to deal with anyone else right now, so... he's leaving enough time for the spider to scuttle off somewhere, before he follows his lead and crawls out the window too.

He has a canal to go jump into, and then a hot shower to stand in for a couple hours. B\]