shoma has baby strength, so that's a -1 to his still great roll! he can certainly reach in a try to grab her arm. it's become slippery, gelatinous, fleshy and without bone. amame's face morphs in and out of view as tendrils slowly cover her face, her mouth, drown her out. still. as hard as shoma clings... this thing clings back to him, sucks at his arm, crawls over it like it tries to integrate him too.
tries to swallow him.
(he can pull back, and if he does, but he'll find that there's a glossy sheen to the sleeve and glove of his suit, burning, burning, burning like acid, melting through the suit itself now.)
charles sweeps out his blade towards this creature trying to make him a fuckin snacc. he just meets the creature in the middle, and cleaves the man's face in two from one end of the jaw to the other. for a moment, its skull lolls backward with the weight of it, unhinging disgustingly, revealing a long, thick tongue that rises up, grows bulbous...
as it snaps the top half of its head back - and its face slowly fuses back into place, more horrifying than before, a warped facsimile of a friend that lashes out again for another attack, swarming up into charles' space and opening its mouth. that bulbous, blugeoning tongue punches him straight in the chest and then splits to try and blossom around it, burning through his suit slowly, trying to melt through the layers with its corrosive spittle to get to the soft insides it craves. ]
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shoma has baby strength, so that's a -1 to his still great roll! he can certainly reach in a try to grab her arm. it's become slippery, gelatinous, fleshy and without bone. amame's face morphs in and out of view as tendrils slowly cover her face, her mouth, drown her out. still. as hard as shoma clings... this thing clings back to him, sucks at his arm, crawls over it like it tries to integrate him too.
tries to swallow him.
(he can pull back, and if he does, but he'll find that there's a glossy sheen to the sleeve and glove of his suit, burning, burning, burning like acid, melting through the suit itself now.)
charles sweeps out his blade towards this creature trying to make him a fuckin snacc. he just meets the creature in the middle, and cleaves the man's face in two from one end of the jaw to the other. for a moment, its skull lolls backward with the weight of it, unhinging disgustingly, revealing a long, thick tongue that rises up, grows bulbous...
as it snaps the top half of its head back - and its face slowly fuses back into place, more horrifying than before, a warped facsimile of a friend that lashes out again for another attack, swarming up into charles' space and opening its mouth. that bulbous, blugeoning tongue punches him straight in the chest and then splits to try and blossom around it, burning through his suit slowly, trying to melt through the layers with its corrosive spittle to get to the soft insides it craves. ]