[ The bodybuilders shy back, horrified by the fire burning up their companion. Jared...
Jared stays firm. A solid wall between Tim and Algric and the Panopticon. And his eyes are beady, roving the room for ... well. For Algric. he can't seem to find Algric just yet. ]
"Doesn't matter much. But you can't pay me what 'e is."
[ Tim stops at what he hopes is just outside of Jared's impressive reach. Even so, he has to crane his neck to look up the beast of man.
To anyone else, it would be hard to convince themselves Algric was even there. So unworthy of that second notice... But Jared...
Still, whatever Algric is going to try, Tim just has to keep the attention long enough. Good lord he does not and desperately does this to break into a fight.]
[ 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. ]
[ He's made a mistake. Oh god he has made a grave mistake.
It only took a second to throw Tim off balance, and the fact that evil eye'd bastard boss was paying this monster in theirs, in Jon's bodies? It's enough of a horrified pause to have those meaty, enormous hands engulf the entirity of his forearm.
It's not like Tim was ever a fighter to start with, but that insidious burn had whispered a terrible confidence.
He screams, pulling back as far as he can. (it crawls in squirming and itching invading and changing and it hurts like nothing he's ever felt and it is so good and terrible.
As the acid pours in, the skin emulsifies to a boiling, terrible wax. Even as the bone thins and shifts, the assistant Jared has burns him, from the inside out in return. ]
[ Jared can handle some burning. He’s made of much sterner stuff than his
bodybuilders after all. The very BEST bones, the finest cuts of meat. Jared
is not a snack, he is an entire god damn feast.
But that wax… ugh. Jared draws back with a truly disgusted noise. (He
continues to burn catabolically, but - perhaps to his regret later - he
ignores it for now. ]
“Now that’s not playin’ fair. I was promised good an’ toasty bones, not
this mess.”
[ He turns towards where the mist is gathering near the doorway. ]
Hot wax sizzles on his skin, dripping from where his fingers had sunk into the molten flesh. Let go, Tim falls to his knees, for a moment, falling to the blissful, terrifying red of pain-
And he hears that distorted, toothful voice garble out Jared's intent. Tim manages a gasp and focuses pushing as much of that devouring, desolating burn as far as he can in the mammoth of a man.
Well. It must be a scream, but the sound that echoes from all that meat is
not nearly high pitched enough to count as one. A howl, perhaps, that
chills to the bone. The heat consumes his arm in turn, sloughing off skin
and muscle and sinew. ]
“I worked - so hard on that—“
[ Jared turns on one of the other builders, tearing into them to build
himself up. The resulting fight is, um. Messy. To say the least.
But Algric is there next to Tim’s side again, plucking at him with
invisible fingers. He sees the horrifying remains of Tim’s arm - makes a
distressed noise - but there’s no time, no time at all. They’re already
hopelessly late. ]
Tim! Tim, come on, I’ve got a way through!
[ he all but drags Tim towards the doorway to rhe Panopticon proper. It’s
not… open as much as Algric has tunneled through it with the Lonely. Not
ideal, but the best they can do. ]
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Jared stays firm. A solid wall between Tim and Algric and the Panopticon. And his eyes are beady, roving the room for ... well. For Algric. he can't seem to find Algric just yet. ]
"Doesn't matter much. But you can't pay me what 'e is."
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To anyone else, it would be hard to convince themselves Algric was even there. So unworthy of that second notice... But Jared...
Still, whatever Algric is going to try, Tim just has to keep the attention long enough. Good lord he does not and desperately does this to break into a fight.]
And that is?
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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. ]
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It only took a second to throw Tim off balance, and the fact that evil eye'd bastard boss was paying this monster in theirs, in Jon's bodies? It's enough of a horrified pause to have those meaty, enormous hands engulf the entirity of his forearm.
It's not like Tim was ever a fighter to start with, but that insidious burn had whispered a terrible confidence.
He screams, pulling back as far as he can. (it crawls in squirming and itching invading and changing and it hurts like nothing he's ever felt and it is so good and terrible.
As the acid pours in, the skin emulsifies to a boiling, terrible wax. Even as the bone thins and shifts, the assistant Jared has burns him, from the inside out in return. ]
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[ Jared can handle some burning. He’s made of much sterner stuff than his bodybuilders after all. The very BEST bones, the finest cuts of meat. Jared is not a snack, he is an entire god damn feast.
But that wax… ugh. Jared draws back with a truly disgusted noise. (He continues to burn catabolically, but - perhaps to his regret later - he ignores it for now. ]
“Now that’s not playin’ fair. I was promised good an’ toasty bones, not this mess.”
[ He turns towards where the mist is gathering near the doorway. ]
“Where’s the ice one?”
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And he hears that distorted, toothful voice garble out Jared's intent. Tim manages a gasp and focuses pushing as much of that devouring, desolating burn as far as he can in the mammoth of a man.
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[ Jared -
Well. It must be a scream, but the sound that echoes from all that meat is not nearly high pitched enough to count as one. A howl, perhaps, that chills to the bone. The heat consumes his arm in turn, sloughing off skin and muscle and sinew. ]
“I worked - so hard on that—“
[ Jared turns on one of the other builders, tearing into them to build himself up. The resulting fight is, um. Messy. To say the least.
But Algric is there next to Tim’s side again, plucking at him with invisible fingers. He sees the horrifying remains of Tim’s arm - makes a distressed noise - but there’s no time, no time at all. They’re already hopelessly late. ]
Tim! Tim, come on, I’ve got a way through!
[ he all but drags Tim towards the doorway to rhe Panopticon proper. It’s not… open as much as Algric has tunneled through it with the Lonely. Not ideal, but the best they can do. ]