Everest
Blinking hard at this logic, Everest finds he has no words with which to reply such is the static-y fuzz coating his every thought. Anytime his mind tries to solidify his thoughts into something coherent, tentacles reach out, touching and writhing and pressing, such that he utterly loses his hold on the contents of his mind and nearly on the ability to keep walking in a straight line.
"Mmmmm." He manages uncertainly, suddenly imagining all of the buildings reaching out for him with Lovecraftian fingers. 'I don't know how Ronin does it.' Ever adds shaking his head slightly. He didn't know how most people managed most things to be fair, but given just how tentacle-y Remi could be, the aviator couldn't even fathom how the Supernova dealt with it. Of course if he knew even the half of it, he'd probably die.
~FIN
"Mmmmm." He manages uncertainly, suddenly imagining all of the buildings reaching out for him with Lovecraftian fingers. 'I don't know how Ronin does it.' Ever adds shaking his head slightly. He didn't know how most people managed most things to be fair, but given just how tentacle-y Remi could be, the aviator couldn't even fathom how the Supernova dealt with it. Of course if he knew even the half of it, he'd probably die.
~FIN
I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that
And there's no changing that
