It goes from metal and eyeballs big enough to fit into a soup bowl, to Wessex appearing like some suddenly sprouted mushroom after a spring rain. Scrunching her face dramatically, the Rapacious tilts her head, assessing the scene with a general expression of shitshitfucknowwhat?. [say]"Oh."[/say] Edy hums eloquently, thinking the creature either was Wessex, or was some weird furry-fuck session (was it a furry still, if it was metal?). Either way, her plan had worked. So...why didn't it feel like it had?
[say]"That's...that was..."[/say] The Rapacious tries, searching for her footing now that things had gone tits up. [say]"...for not saying sorry for killing me."[/say] She adds, raising her chin indignantly and then offering the Wraith her middle finger as an afterthought.
[say]"That's...that was..."[/say] The Rapacious tries, searching for her footing now that things had gone tits up. [say]"...for not saying sorry for killing me."[/say] She adds, raising her chin indignantly and then offering the Wraith her middle finger as an afterthought.
