COLT
My clothes still smell like smoke
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
If Kaisel's appearance here is a surprise, the relief at having anyone else beside her hides it. Not bothering to take her gaze off the creature for longer than necessary, she only spares him a sideways flick of her attention before it settles back on the gorging thing. "No idea," she admits with matching quiet. Not friendly, she's tempted to say, but that much should be clear. Still of a mind to consider how to extricate themselves from this problem rather than rush into it, that potential is swiftly removed when disembodied giggling rouses the thing's many-eyed gaze straight towards them.
Colt stiffens further, akin to a rabbit who considers immobility the greatest form of camouflage. To no avail as the beast stretches eerily over the distance, simultaneously in motion and stationary, its shadow separate in a way vaguely reminiscent of a different danger in this desert. All thoughts of what the hell to that all too familiar and childish voice vanish as it charges, Liam vaguely clocked in the distance as another shape arriving. Colt breaks from Kaisel's side with a strangled "oh fuck!" Her pulse kicks up alongside sand, the thing narrowly missing Kaisel, and far too close to her for comfort. On instinct, she scrambles for something quick enough to matter, her trigger finger too fast to consider the recoil.
"Break it, Ves," she grinds out between her teeth as she scrabbles back for balance, trying to keep the thing in front of her as she channels Vesper. There'd be no running from this now, not unless she intends to leave more wreckage of everyone here for it to feast on. Given she needs all the helping hands she can get, and certainly doesn't want to see more dream cacti bleeding out in the heat, she's no intention of letting this thing survive now. "Stand back!" she shouts across to Kaisel, in case he'd be dumb enough to charge in headlong and break his own neck on the thing's creaking skin or Vesper's vantablack. Liam's far enough away to be safe, and Nova's out of sight, out of mind for the time being.
Colt uses 1 of 2 Deepfrost 320 channels to summon Vesper to damage the creature.
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit during a time of crisis (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded | Cost: Action
Colt stiffens further, akin to a rabbit who considers immobility the greatest form of camouflage. To no avail as the beast stretches eerily over the distance, simultaneously in motion and stationary, its shadow separate in a way vaguely reminiscent of a different danger in this desert. All thoughts of what the hell to that all too familiar and childish voice vanish as it charges, Liam vaguely clocked in the distance as another shape arriving. Colt breaks from Kaisel's side with a strangled "oh fuck!" Her pulse kicks up alongside sand, the thing narrowly missing Kaisel, and far too close to her for comfort. On instinct, she scrambles for something quick enough to matter, her trigger finger too fast to consider the recoil.
"Break it, Ves," she grinds out between her teeth as she scrabbles back for balance, trying to keep the thing in front of her as she channels Vesper. There'd be no running from this now, not unless she intends to leave more wreckage of everyone here for it to feast on. Given she needs all the helping hands she can get, and certainly doesn't want to see more dream cacti bleeding out in the heat, she's no intention of letting this thing survive now. "Stand back!" she shouts across to Kaisel, in case he'd be dumb enough to charge in headlong and break his own neck on the thing's creaking skin or Vesper's vantablack. Liam's far enough away to be safe, and Nova's out of sight, out of mind for the time being.
Colt uses 1 of 2 Deepfrost 320 channels to summon Vesper to damage the creature.
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit during a time of crisis (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded | Cost: Action
When fire meets gasoline
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
