http://parasiteye.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] parasiteye.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] accordancy2011-11-29 06:54 pm

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[ 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 ]

[identity profile] heresyandlace.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[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]

[identity profile] heresyandlace.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[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]

[identity profile] heresyandlace.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]

[identity profile] heresyandlace.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[...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\]