[everything was happening in a blur today, but the major points stuck with him to be analyzed later. code and recovery and the fate of the world. responsibility and change and things he can feel that are like every sense of his sharpened back to points. if you expected a person to understand and truly comprehend it all in so short a time...the explanation, incomplete as it was, still raised some interesting questions, all of which Chrollo can muse over as he makes his way through the level. this shirt's a bit much, but the pants are comfortable, at least? one positive in all of this.
the mud and swamp could be an experience to laugh off later. but what Chrollo can't actually take as something funny is the doll he's found there with him. and as he feels his grip on the little thing tighten -(his hands around the chain user's throat, tightening) - oh, this could be great stress relief.
so instead of sheltering the doll, there's someone with a little smile on his face who's got his back to one of the swamp trees and methodically ripping his doll apart by the seams, taking his time with it. if you catch him at the end of it, he'll be seen placing the pieces down in a neat pile before crushing them with his foot into the mud. yeah, he's got one hell of a grudge.]
(phase IV.)
[being surprised by some swamp monster was also not in the cards for today, but some things just go off and happen, and then while struggling to break free while considering a plan of attack that would probably involve trying to figure out where the equivalent of eyes was on this beast so that they could be destroyed-
one can be unceremoniously tossed aside because their facts just aren't appealing in the slightest. little time to question what's going on, only to retaliate. avoiding being eaten is one thing, but taking this down...
a broken branch can become a spear. and a stranger can appear out of nowhere to descend onto the monster before it has a chance to grab and eat anyone else, driving the makeshift weapon into its flesh and twisting before he yanks it out to try and stab it again. if his eyes connect with yours, he mouths a single word only.
Run.
it's the best friendly advice he can give.]
(wildcard.)
[for any and all ideas that don't fit under the other prompts.]
ota.
[everything was happening in a blur today, but the major points stuck with him to be analyzed later. code and recovery and the fate of the world. responsibility and change and things he can feel that are like every sense of his sharpened back to points. if you expected a person to understand and truly comprehend it all in so short a time...the explanation, incomplete as it was, still raised some interesting questions, all of which Chrollo can muse over as he makes his way through the level. this shirt's a bit much, but the pants are comfortable, at least? one positive in all of this.
the mud and swamp could be an experience to laugh off later. but what Chrollo can't actually take as something funny is the doll he's found there with him. and as he feels his grip on the little thing tighten -(his hands around the chain user's throat, tightening) - oh, this could be great stress relief.
so instead of sheltering the doll, there's someone with a little smile on his face who's got his back to one of the swamp trees and methodically ripping his doll apart by the seams, taking his time with it. if you catch him at the end of it, he'll be seen placing the pieces down in a neat pile before crushing them with his foot into the mud. yeah, he's got one hell of a grudge.]
(phase IV.)
[being surprised by some swamp monster was also not in the cards for today, but some things just go off and happen, and then while struggling to break free while considering a plan of attack that would probably involve trying to figure out where the equivalent of eyes was on this beast so that they could be destroyed-
one can be unceremoniously tossed aside because their facts just aren't appealing in the slightest. little time to question what's going on, only to retaliate. avoiding being eaten is one thing, but taking this down...
a broken branch can become a spear. and a stranger can appear out of nowhere to descend onto the monster before it has a chance to grab and eat anyone else, driving the makeshift weapon into its flesh and twisting before he yanks it out to try and stab it again. if his eyes connect with yours, he mouths a single word only.
Run.
it's the best friendly advice he can give.]
(wildcard.)
[for any and all ideas that don't fit under the other prompts.]