[ Domesticated corpses are 100% a thing that exists SOMEWHERE. Maybe Jared even has one stuffed away in his limbnasium.
The bodybuilder cries out as the collapse, the chemical fire burning through them like nothing else. They cry out to their friends, to Jared - both of which regard the weakening frame in front of them with something approaching scorn. And for Jared, well. A hint more respect for Tim here.
(There's motion from behind Algric. A hint of mist. He's moving, if you can keep Jared's attention.) ]
"I ain't one of yet high-an'-mighty types." [ Said slowly, carefully. ] "Tower's worth nothin' to me. An' Elias pays."
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The bodybuilder cries out as the collapse, the chemical fire burning through them like nothing else. They cry out to their friends, to Jared - both of which regard the weakening frame in front of them with something approaching scorn. And for Jared, well. A hint more respect for Tim here.
(There's motion from behind Algric. A hint of mist. He's moving, if you can keep Jared's attention.) ]
"I ain't one of yet high-an'-mighty types." [ Said slowly, carefully. ] "Tower's worth nothin' to me. An' Elias pays."