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Wow. He didn't believe the creeps could go up a level after all they've been through but it has just happened. Honestly, if feels like they are outwearing their welcome by the second. Fidgeting nervously, Ermon directs his thoughts at Leo:
What's your decision, boss? Take with us then dispose safely? It's what people do with landmines, right?
Yeah, this was a combat operation which made Leo the Big Guy. Even if Ermon made a shitty private.
Asp looked thoughtful as Leo told them to get set to go. She stared at the bear for fifteen seconds or so while the others conferred, hoping to determine the composition of the spells on the teddy.
We'll need some time to do a full analysis of what's on that bear once we're back. Could take a bit. Something to do at the Circle, I guess?
She bent down to pick up the Obrimos.
Asp is dedicating her successes to determine the composition of the spellwork on the bear.
5 sux
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Leo is greeted with a snarl, and a mental bombardment. A wolf, mid-pounce. Jaws wide and blood-slicked. The smell of hot, putrid breath and the tang of copepr.
It seems the First Talon's opinion on the matter wasn't taken kindly.
A moment later, Animus has once again taken on the wolf's shape, tail flicking forlornly around the jar. The glare directed toward Leo could cut through a block of ice.
Fate holds the spells Asp sees in check, waiting for the perfect moment to act like a fulcrum for the Life practices within. Except, the spells are both familiar and utterly alien to the Obrimos at the same time. They hum with a discordant song, much like the spellwork that was employed by the Scelesti. It is other and it is both everything and nothing. A prison for Supernal Truths with the Void as its warden; made to do its bidding.
A magical land-mine.
But, why?
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'Do it!'
The Theurgist was shouting through the network. His eyes were fixed on the Shaman's, fury evident in them. That glare the wolf was giving him? That was the straw.
Leo forced the image of the mid pounce wolf through the mental link to everyone, followed shortly by his own image. It was more then an image though, it was a memory. A memory of the big bad wolf that had nearly devoured him falling amid the eery green light and paradox bubble. A vision of how the Tal-... no, the monster -had already turned on his own once mid combat, from the view of the Talon that dealt with him.
Rage burst through the network after the image. Leo forced the image of the Scelesti woman's carcass while Animus devoured it back at the Shaman, and as the anger seemed to reach the boiling point he flung his final image at the group. It was the two dead Nefandi upstairs, with a mutilated wolf on top and the spirit rats having their way with the remains.
'Your move fucker.'
Asp shook her head, observing the stupidity that she suspected was about to ensue. Here and now was where they intended to do this?
One thought flew through the network, along with Leo's.
The teddy bear, exploding on a trigger and killing them all in a bursting cloud of horrible, tainted Life.
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Flickers of emotion and imagery suffuse the entire network, disjointed and stuttering memories pounding into the minds of everyone present.
Triquetra's broken body, life's blood spilling across the floor.
A desperate call to the Supernal, just as the last bit of life slips beyond his reach.
A stab of pain, the slick of spilled blood across his skin. His lover's likeness, weilding a red-tinged dagger.
An explosion of claws and blood, the coppery scent drowning all else.
The emotional torrent slowly fades to the background, leaving in its wake a quiet accusation. The barb is intended for Leo, but spills over to all.
*You call yourself a leader. Yet you would throw away your life to dishonor one under your command.*
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Fucking really? In the middle of an abyssal, tainted sanctum, right after they'd already murdered two Scelesti, and while one of them was holding a goddamn bomb, they decided that now was the time for this shit?
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Gentlemen please. If you two really need to settle things in that manner can do we it somewhere that isn't fucking evil? Thoughts like ice move through the network though while ice is slow and patient these are not.
I really do not want to find out what either of you in pieces looks like or how this place would react.
Additionally, this teddy bear. Are we talking unleashes chaos on us landmine or more literal?
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