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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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. ]