A kind of stiffness came over the Tailor's expressions at the sight of the Maven and Devil out of the darkness. For a single moment they became aware of the stark contrast of how they looked now to how they had looked mere hours ago. A hunter dressed to be fast and armored. A hunter was not a tailor. They knew this and so they'd done everything in their power to keep their works separate, and the people the interacted with in those works separate.
This was shit. This was utter shit.
They kicked out, another spider sent through the air, and spat into the dirt. "Does this look like a small infestation to you?!" They snapped, more at the Devil than the Maven, and then they leaped at the Maven with bared teeth, a monstrous snarl twisting their features and their harpoon straight in front of them, towards their target--
A spider had leaped long and high into the air, aimed for the Maven's back. It was armored all over the body, as all sorrow-spiders, were, but its mouth was open. And that was an opening.
The sharp and gleaming point of the harpoon slipped straight in, and the inertia of the spider's leap sent it deeper, and near instantaneously that tip was through the other end of the spider's body. It was fully impaled, thoroughly dead, yet when the Tailor arced their arm back sharply, it flew off the harpoon like butter off a hot blade.
The look on their face, when they made eye contact with the Maven, was pure murder. It was also possibly the most open their expression had ever been around her. The expression had been crafted at the spider itself, but it hadn't dislodged itself from their face yet.
"Three weeks, I have been tracking this Council for Inch." They turned on their heel and in long strides crossed the clearing that was filling with arachnid bodies. Every stomp landed on another twitchy corpse with intent to make sure the job was done. "And now you've all alerted the cavalry, to defend the host while it uproots itself again and finds a new nest. Thanks for that." This part, said closer to the Piper, as the Tailor wielded the hammer again.
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Re: Role Playing
Date: 2025-06-29 06:44 pm (UTC)This was shit. This was utter shit.
They kicked out, another spider sent through the air, and spat into the dirt. "Does this look like a small infestation to you?!" They snapped, more at the Devil than the Maven, and then they leaped at the Maven with bared teeth, a monstrous snarl twisting their features and their harpoon straight in front of them, towards their target--
A spider had leaped long and high into the air, aimed for the Maven's back. It was armored all over the body, as all sorrow-spiders, were, but its mouth was open. And that was an opening.
The sharp and gleaming point of the harpoon slipped straight in, and the inertia of the spider's leap sent it deeper, and near instantaneously that tip was through the other end of the spider's body. It was fully impaled, thoroughly dead, yet when the Tailor arced their arm back sharply, it flew off the harpoon like butter off a hot blade.
The look on their face, when they made eye contact with the Maven, was pure murder. It was also possibly the most open their expression had ever been around her. The expression had been crafted at the spider itself, but it hadn't dislodged itself from their face yet.
"Three weeks, I have been tracking this Council for Inch." They turned on their heel and in long strides crossed the clearing that was filling with arachnid bodies. Every stomp landed on another twitchy corpse with intent to make sure the job was done. "And now you've all alerted the cavalry, to defend the host while it uproots itself again and finds a new nest. Thanks for that." This part, said closer to the Piper, as the Tailor wielded the hammer again.