[ Jared sure has a lot of flesh, but he seems to be limited by it, at least. Physically, he has to get close to do his awful work. And he has to see things with his actual eyes.
(For the most part, anyway. Algric HAS been marked, after all ... Jared can smell something moving about.)
Jared grunts a bit at that. ]
"Archivist bones. And some Assistant ones t'match."
[ As it turns out ... Jared is much, much faster than he looks. A split second is all it takes to lunch forward, grabbing at Tim's arm. If Jared makes contact, Tim will find that his flesh is quick to burn in a different way: acid starting to digest the skin, tunneling down through old worm scars to get at those delicious, delicious bones underneath. ]
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(For the most part, anyway. Algric HAS been marked, after all ... Jared can smell something moving about.)
Jared grunts a bit at that. ]
"Archivist bones. And some Assistant ones t'match."
[ As it turns out ... Jared is much, much faster than he looks. A split second is all it takes to lunch forward, grabbing at Tim's arm. If Jared makes contact, Tim will find that his flesh is quick to burn in a different way: acid starting to digest the skin, tunneling down through old worm scars to get at those delicious, delicious bones underneath. ]