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evilopportunityemployer) wrote2019-04-25 07:38 pm
evilopportunityemployer) wrote2019-04-25 07:38 pm
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[Confirmation, Flug actually got it. The doctor freezes, unsure he heard it right, before bracing the wall to turn back around. Unsurprisingly Black Hat is back to looking as though he said no such thing but it doesn't matter.
Not even an hour ago Flug was convinced the man he came back to would torture him without remorse; infallible and all powerful, above whatever puny excuse his mortal subject had to give! And now here he was, confessing to a moment of weakness, solely because Flug asked.
Flug missed this, he realized. He missed him. Even if three days is all Flug felt he had recollection for, the weight of it being apart for over a week feels all too real. Even if it goes against where he was trying to go, Flug uses the hallway to make his way back over to his employer.]
"I'll hold you to that." [There is solace to be taken in the idea. Black Hat wasn't offering to remind him for Flug's benefit. No, the horror of a boss would ensure Flug stayed useful because he was Black Hat; because HE deemed it necessary. Of this Flug could be assured.
And if Flug ever did forget so much that not even Black Hat could remind him? Well, he wouldn't be Flug anymore by then, would he?]
Not even an hour ago Flug was convinced the man he came back to would torture him without remorse; infallible and all powerful, above whatever puny excuse his mortal subject had to give! And now here he was, confessing to a moment of weakness, solely because Flug asked.
Flug missed this, he realized. He missed him. Even if three days is all Flug felt he had recollection for, the weight of it being apart for over a week feels all too real. Even if it goes against where he was trying to go, Flug uses the hallway to make his way back over to his employer.]
"I'll hold you to that." [There is solace to be taken in the idea. Black Hat wasn't offering to remind him for Flug's benefit. No, the horror of a boss would ensure Flug stayed useful because he was Black Hat; because HE deemed it necessary. Of this Flug could be assured.
And if Flug ever did forget so much that not even Black Hat could remind him? Well, he wouldn't be Flug anymore by then, would he?]
[< unknown user > has sent a video. Press to view? >]
"Hello boss.
It's me. It's Flug. Uh. Checking in."
[Indeed it is. His bag has seen better days and his coat is practically dyed pink, the quality of the video is intensely shoddy, poor lighting barely conveying the backdrop to be that of some interior of a house, but there is no mistaking that this is in fact, Black Hat's inventor.]
"Sorry I know you don't like video. This keyboard doesn't really work. I kind of broke all the keys when I bashed it- Anyway I wanted you to know that I- I am alive, sir.
I'm trying to get home but there have been some.. complications.]
"Hello boss.
It's me. It's Flug. Uh. Checking in."
[Indeed it is. His bag has seen better days and his coat is practically dyed pink, the quality of the video is intensely shoddy, poor lighting barely conveying the backdrop to be that of some interior of a house, but there is no mistaking that this is in fact, Black Hat's inventor.]
"Sorry I know you don't like video. This keyboard doesn't really work. I kind of broke all the keys when I bashed it- Anyway I wanted you to know that I- I am alive, sir.
I'm trying to get home but there have been some.. complications.]
Back at the Lair [Morning of 9/23 after Truthsayer Event]
fightorflug
2020-09-25 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[The door to the BHO lair flaps open, hanging ajar ominously and greeting Flug with the sight of broken security precautions as well as a growing sense of dread. He should have tried to come back quicker. Maybe he wouldn't win the fight when Demencia inevitably followed but at least some of his precious experiments and equipment might have survived. Is there anything left?
The text Flug had recieved sounded a lot more like the Black Hat Flug knew. When the scientist found the summons to return, he didn't delay-- only now as he stares down the ominous unlit halls does the old familiar fear of delivering bad news start to eat away at his nerves. Unless he's read too much into this and the gooey-eyed imposter is still around. Somehow that's worse.]
"I, uh, I'm back, Mr. Black Hat."
[He peeks about meekly, taking note of the various acts of vandalism his feral co-worker left in her wake before seemingly storming off.]
"Sir..?"
[Hm. He doesn't see his boss in his typical chair. Maybe the kitchen..?]
The text Flug had recieved sounded a lot more like the Black Hat Flug knew. When the scientist found the summons to return, he didn't delay-- only now as he stares down the ominous unlit halls does the old familiar fear of delivering bad news start to eat away at his nerves. Unless he's read too much into this and the gooey-eyed imposter is still around. Somehow that's worse.]
"I, uh, I'm back, Mr. Black Hat."
[He peeks about meekly, taking note of the various acts of vandalism his feral co-worker left in her wake before seemingly storming off.]
"Sir..?"
[Hm. He doesn't see his boss in his typical chair. Maybe the kitchen..?]
[The kitchen is likewise devoid of any demons, but on the table sits a laptop, its screen displaying a particular network conversation. The chair is overturned, as though the occupant leapt up in a hurry, and knocked to the side. And most alarming of all, there's a black liquid of some sort, spattered in drops on the table and floor.
Upon closer inspection, the opposite doorway has deep claw marks on it as well, as if someone dug into the doorframe to support his weight. Beyond that, there's no sign of anything.
After a moment, though, there is a sound - a distant crashing noise, of something being knocked off a counter to the tile floor below.
Black Hat is currently saying his prayers to the porcelain god as his body rejects a week's worth of goodness. Another convulsion, and his wing slams against the glass of the shower door, shattering it.]
Upon closer inspection, the opposite doorway has deep claw marks on it as well, as if someone dug into the doorframe to support his weight. Beyond that, there's no sign of anything.
After a moment, though, there is a sound - a distant crashing noise, of something being knocked off a counter to the tile floor below.
Black Hat is currently saying his prayers to the porcelain god as his body rejects a week's worth of goodness. Another convulsion, and his wing slams against the glass of the shower door, shattering it.]
[Dr. Kenning FlugSlys, torture enthusiast and evil scientist extraordinaire, is no stranger to bizarre body fluids, thanks to being party to Black Hat's own self cannibalization, that included those of the demon's own guts. All the same the suspicious puddle of black isn't one Flug wants to analyze for long. Is it blood? Bile? There are claw marks..?]
"What's--"
[The first thunk was attention-grabbing enough but after the louder SHATTERING, Flug bolts to the source.
Is Black Hat under attack?! Are an old poacher faction breaking in and trying to assault his boss?!]
"Boss! Are you okay? I'll be right there--!"
[Did THEY send this message? Is it a trap? Doesn't matter! Flug WILL break this door down and he won't even do it by carefully dismantling the thing with a screwdriver!]
"What's--"
[The first thunk was attention-grabbing enough but after the louder SHATTERING, Flug bolts to the source.
Is Black Hat under attack?! Are an old poacher faction breaking in and trying to assault his boss?!]
"Boss! Are you okay? I'll be right there--!"
[Did THEY send this message? Is it a trap? Doesn't matter! Flug WILL break this door down and he won't even do it by carefully dismantling the thing with a screwdriver!]
just assume all previous cws still apply going forward
evilopportunityemployer
2020-09-26 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He could break the door down with all the fervor in the world, or it could swing open under the first blow, as it wasn't fully closed in the first place. Black Hat didn't have time to make sure when he rushed in here.
His head has already turned to the door at the sound of Flug's voice, and the sight he presents is a severely unkempt one. Missing are the coat and vest he usually sports; his shirt is half-untucked, the tails hanging out. His monocle is missing as well, leaving the dark eye exposed as blood wells from it. The shattered glass is mostly within the shower, but some shards have left minor oozing cuts on his wing.
Bracing against the toilet, Black Hat leverages himself up.]
Flug. Where have you- [His eyes widen in alarm, and he snaps his head back over the toilet just in time to vomit again. It's over quickly, and, shaking, he carelessly wipes his mouth on his sleeve.]
Where have you been? [He'd be far angrier if he didn't feel so miserable.]
His head has already turned to the door at the sound of Flug's voice, and the sight he presents is a severely unkempt one. Missing are the coat and vest he usually sports; his shirt is half-untucked, the tails hanging out. His monocle is missing as well, leaving the dark eye exposed as blood wells from it. The shattered glass is mostly within the shower, but some shards have left minor oozing cuts on his wing.
Bracing against the toilet, Black Hat leverages himself up.]
Flug. Where have you- [His eyes widen in alarm, and he snaps his head back over the toilet just in time to vomit again. It's over quickly, and, shaking, he carelessly wipes his mouth on his sleeve.]
Where have you been? [He'd be far angrier if he didn't feel so miserable.]
[Flug's life flashes before his eyes as Black Hat nearly lurches in his direction-- PLEASE DON'T MELT HIS FACE OFF LIKE YOUR LAST ASSISTANT PLEASEDON'TMELTHISFACE-- before thankfully changing course. Even if Flug was much more suited to surviving his saliva in Ryslig, one never knew in these circumstances.
Needless to say, this is not what Flug expected to find when he didn't so much as bust the door down but rather very hurriedly launched himself in. Black Hat looks like he is feeling positively wretched, and little does the doctor know how fitting that phrase would be, given the cause of his master's ailment.]
"Demencia- she--" [Another cringe. Wow. That is a lot to purge. Flug tries to clear some glass away, using his spider legs like a broom, awkwardly placing his hand on Black Hat's back]
"..I-I believe she may have gone rogue sir. She knows. E-everyone knows."
Needless to say, this is not what Flug expected to find when he didn't so much as bust the door down but rather very hurriedly launched himself in. Black Hat looks like he is feeling positively wretched, and little does the doctor know how fitting that phrase would be, given the cause of his master's ailment.]
"Demencia- she--" [Another cringe. Wow. That is a lot to purge. Flug tries to clear some glass away, using his spider legs like a broom, awkwardly placing his hand on Black Hat's back]
"..I-I believe she may have gone rogue sir. She knows. E-everyone knows."
Really. And what gave you that idea? I was tipped off by the vandalism, personally.
[He hunches over the toilet again to retch, a horrible, grinding sound. The evil flu wasn't this bad. Never has he felt so battered. Growling, he pulls himself back upright for a moment.]
Of course they do. I was a fucking bleeding heart all over the network - any half-literate fool could have figured it out.
[The memories haunt him. The things he said, the things he did, and now one of his belongings has decided to turn traitor and run over a so-called 'broken heart'! His body convulses, painfully, his claws digging into the porcelain.]
Treacle. I called you treacle. I despise sweets! And those- hurgghhk- [Back over the bowl he goes. And in spite of every part of his being rejecting goodness at any turn, the hand on his back does provide some relief. Just a bit - he doesn't pull away from it.]
[He hunches over the toilet again to retch, a horrible, grinding sound. The evil flu wasn't this bad. Never has he felt so battered. Growling, he pulls himself back upright for a moment.]
Of course they do. I was a fucking bleeding heart all over the network - any half-literate fool could have figured it out.
[The memories haunt him. The things he said, the things he did, and now one of his belongings has decided to turn traitor and run over a so-called 'broken heart'! His body convulses, painfully, his claws digging into the porcelain.]
Treacle. I called you treacle. I despise sweets! And those- hurgghhk- [Back over the bowl he goes. And in spite of every part of his being rejecting goodness at any turn, the hand on his back does provide some relief. Just a bit - he doesn't pull away from it.]
"Erm. Yeah." [Flug frowned, seeing the mirror reveal even more broken heart grafitti and slashed depictions of his bag spread around the walls. He tracks them with begrudging admiration as they just keep going on and on.]
"She certainly is very... thorough when she wants to be. If only she showed as much dedication to anything else. Just."
[Another cringe; how, how does Black Hat almost manage to sound like a chainsaw like this?]
"Just let it out sir." [Flug continues to rub soothingly, spurred on by the lack of rejection. With his other hand he reaches to flush, it doesn't seem like this is subsiding any time soon.]
"Demencia w-we'll contend with. A-and the network, people will forget that soon enough." [No they won't, oh they are so so screwed, no amount of coverup will fix this any time soon.]
"No one wants to remember last week, as it is."
"She certainly is very... thorough when she wants to be. If only she showed as much dedication to anything else. Just."
[Another cringe; how, how does Black Hat almost manage to sound like a chainsaw like this?]
"Just let it out sir." [Flug continues to rub soothingly, spurred on by the lack of rejection. With his other hand he reaches to flush, it doesn't seem like this is subsiding any time soon.]
"Demencia w-we'll contend with. A-and the network, people will forget that soon enough." [No they won't, oh they are so so screwed, no amount of coverup will fix this any time soon.]
"No one wants to remember last week, as it is."
[Black Hat watches as the bile flushes down the drain, reluctantly accepting that the back rub is helping. His wings sag a little as the tension in them drains away.
Demencia. She's turned traitor but it won't last - his claws are too tightly wound in her heart.]
She'll come crawling back. She can't stay away from me for too long; maybe she'll smack her head against something and lose all memory of what she's found out.
[This is just a fit, he tells himself. A temporary fit, like what plagues him now.]
People may not want to remember the events, but they will recall what they learned.
[They'd be fools not to. Hell, he's never going to hear the end of this from AM, is he. At least he can temper it by reminding the other demon of his outpouring of love.]
It doesn't matter. What's done is done; now I have to fix all this. [Bracing his hands to the seat, he unsteadily starts to lever himself up. Where to even start?] All that charity... find a place where the homeless gather and torch it, that's a start.
[He's muttering to himself now, beating back another wave of pain as he tries to stand.]
Demencia. She's turned traitor but it won't last - his claws are too tightly wound in her heart.]
She'll come crawling back. She can't stay away from me for too long; maybe she'll smack her head against something and lose all memory of what she's found out.
[This is just a fit, he tells himself. A temporary fit, like what plagues him now.]
People may not want to remember the events, but they will recall what they learned.
[They'd be fools not to. Hell, he's never going to hear the end of this from AM, is he. At least he can temper it by reminding the other demon of his outpouring of love.]
It doesn't matter. What's done is done; now I have to fix all this. [Bracing his hands to the seat, he unsteadily starts to lever himself up. Where to even start?] All that charity... find a place where the homeless gather and torch it, that's a start.
[He's muttering to himself now, beating back another wave of pain as he tries to stand.]
"Certainly, my boss." [Flug lends an arm, ready to support Black Hat if he needs it for balance; like a loyal suboordinate should; like Demencia has forgotten she is supposed to be doing. The claw marks the Manticore left in him will take a while to heal but they're thankfully patched, still Black Hat will feel the deep grooves in Flug's arm beneath the bandages if puts any pressure on it.]
"We'll correct any misconceptions done in your name." [Parroting back the terrible orders is second nature and Flug never thought he would be so relieved to hear Black Hat spouting them again.]
"O-of course they don't have your money, you know..?"
"We'll correct any misconceptions done in your name." [Parroting back the terrible orders is second nature and Flug never thought he would be so relieved to hear Black Hat spouting them again.]
"O-of course they don't have your money, you know..?"
[Black Hat gets to his feet and sways almost immediately. Normally, his pride would prevent him from taking advantage of assistance when it's offered, but his reserves have been drained entirely. Flug saw him in a far worse state than needing assistance to walk - he saw him faffing about handing out candies and rescuing kittens. There's no pride left.
Black Hat seizes the offered arm, using Flug to hold steady. He folds his wings in as tightly as he is able, and his talons click softly on the floor as he walks towards the door.]
Correct them all and collect interest. We'll take the clothes off the survivors' backs and- [He halts, blinking, and turns his head to Flug.]
What do you mean they don't have my money? I gave- [He gags.] I gave it to them.
Black Hat seizes the offered arm, using Flug to hold steady. He folds his wings in as tightly as he is able, and his talons click softly on the floor as he walks towards the door.]
Correct them all and collect interest. We'll take the clothes off the survivors' backs and- [He halts, blinking, and turns his head to Flug.]
What do you mean they don't have my money? I gave- [He gags.] I gave it to them.
"Because I do. I took it from them." [Flug blinks, thinking about how that sounds.]
"N-not to have robbed you, sir, I robbed them! T-that is--" [Honestly he's surprised he was able to keep that under wraps, Flug felt he nearly gave it away several times. Okay, deep breathe, one that isn't hard to take with way Black Hat grips his arm.]
"After I saw AM buy out an entire bakery, I knew I couldn't let this-this ailment affect our finances. So. I. took measures into my own hands. S-sorry sir." [Not that he regrets it, of course not, and Flug certainly doesn't look or sound apologetic but defying Black Hat is still defying Black Hat.]
"N-not to have robbed you, sir, I robbed them! T-that is--" [Honestly he's surprised he was able to keep that under wraps, Flug felt he nearly gave it away several times. Okay, deep breathe, one that isn't hard to take with way Black Hat grips his arm.]
"After I saw AM buy out an entire bakery, I knew I couldn't let this-this ailment affect our finances. So. I. took measures into my own hands. S-sorry sir." [Not that he regrets it, of course not, and Flug certainly doesn't look or sound apologetic but defying Black Hat is still defying Black Hat.]
[Black Hat makes no sound as Flug explains, nor does he for a few seconds after. It takes a moment to process, to comprehend that not only is his money not in the hands of the homeless, but it is, indeed, within his own possession.
It's the best news he's heard in ages. Of course, there were more good deeds than just those to turn to misdeeds, but to hear that Flug, dutiful, loyal Flug, vile, wicked Flug had been tailing him silently and robbing the poor, ripping their happiness from them after a kindly demon gave them a ladder to climb out of their destitution....
He could kiss Flug right now. In fact, that's exactly what he's going to do.
Black Hat grabs the front of the bag with his free hand and rips it, exposing the lower half of Flug's face. Discarding the torn scrap of paper, he crashes his mouth onto Flug's, a bit more roughly than he intended (but hardly to his objection; he's always preferred roughness). He tastes of blood, acid, and bile, and he's thrown perhaps a bit more of his weight forward than he'll be able to recover from, but but it doesn't matter because his Flug, his partner, prevented the abomination of Black Hat, philanthropist, from existing for more than the span of time it took him to steal back what was given away.]
It's the best news he's heard in ages. Of course, there were more good deeds than just those to turn to misdeeds, but to hear that Flug, dutiful, loyal Flug, vile, wicked Flug had been tailing him silently and robbing the poor, ripping their happiness from them after a kindly demon gave them a ladder to climb out of their destitution....
He could kiss Flug right now. In fact, that's exactly what he's going to do.
Black Hat grabs the front of the bag with his free hand and rips it, exposing the lower half of Flug's face. Discarding the torn scrap of paper, he crashes his mouth onto Flug's, a bit more roughly than he intended (but hardly to his objection; he's always preferred roughness). He tastes of blood, acid, and bile, and he's thrown perhaps a bit more of his weight forward than he'll be able to recover from, but but it doesn't matter because his Flug, his partner, prevented the abomination of Black Hat, philanthropist, from existing for more than the span of time it took him to steal back what was given away.]
"Mmrph!"
[YOUR MOUTH, BLACK HAT--! It's more an attack than a kiss and for a horrified moment Flug fears Black Hat hasn't returned to normal at all-- except that weepy sap would never have been this bold. Flug expects to gag, he nearly does-- UGH that breathe must be rancid right now-- but the doctor finds it isn't as revolting as he expected; he supposes that would follow after eating the man's heart. At least something this minor won't trigger his hunting instincts.
He clumsily backstops, bending away, his startled surprise mixing up signals, until the implication hits him like a freight train: Black Hat isn't furious at him. He is not even close to angry, this is not at all how Flug thought this would go!
Despite it all, Flug finds himself gripping back fiercely, determined to give back as much he is gets, even while attempting to pull his face back when a blooming wave of discomfort hits his jaw.]
"Wait, Sir, my tooth--"
[Flug tries to grip the counter for balance and misses--]
[YOUR MOUTH, BLACK HAT--! It's more an attack than a kiss and for a horrified moment Flug fears Black Hat hasn't returned to normal at all-- except that weepy sap would never have been this bold. Flug expects to gag, he nearly does-- UGH that breathe must be rancid right now-- but the doctor finds it isn't as revolting as he expected; he supposes that would follow after eating the man's heart. At least something this minor won't trigger his hunting instincts.
He clumsily backstops, bending away, his startled surprise mixing up signals, until the implication hits him like a freight train: Black Hat isn't furious at him. He is not even close to angry, this is not at all how Flug thought this would go!
Despite it all, Flug finds himself gripping back fiercely, determined to give back as much he is gets, even while attempting to pull his face back when a blooming wave of discomfort hits his jaw.]
"Wait, Sir, my tooth--"
[Flug tries to grip the counter for balance and misses--]
[ Throughout the day, under different usernames (except Demencia's usual handle, of course), Black Hat will get the same message in his inbox: ]
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
[After the fifth or sixth copy comes in, Black Hat snaps.]
I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL MAKE THE THREAT IN THIS LETTER SEEM A DREAM IN COMPARISON TO WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU
I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL MAKE THE THREAT IN THIS LETTER SEEM A DREAM IN COMPARISON TO WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU
Edited 2020-10-01 19:33 (UTC)
oh, don't blame me! i just don't want to get cursed!
[ Hell yeah, time to go trolling under an alias. ]
[ Hell yeah, time to go trolling under an alias. ]
You'll wish for the curse. I'll have you tracked down.
why me??? don't shoot the messenger! omg
A messenger that is trying to curse me. You will pay.
[And now he's going to go hand his laptop to Flug to get him to trace this mysterious 'DrLeech'. He needs some good old fashioned disproportionate retribution.]
[And now he's going to go hand his laptop to Flug to get him to trace this mysterious 'DrLeech'. He needs some good old fashioned disproportionate retribution.]
i just said I didn't wanna get cursed!!!
[Rancid it is, but mixed with the odd taste of his blood. When he feels Flug trying to bend away Black Hat grabs Flug's shirt and pulls, his other hand closing even tighter and pressing into the grooves on Flug's arm, ones Black Hat hasn't quite noticed. He's not refusing this, he cannot pull away, he cannot reject Black Hat, cannot deny him like Demencia, he won't allow-
-and then Flug is pressing back and the rising anger cools away. Of course Flug wouldn't leave. Not when he has this.
Black Hat finally takes note of the odd indents in Flug's arm, just as Flug pulls back again, and this time he too breaks away, a look of surprise on his face. Whether it's over Flug's words, the damage on his arm, or the fact that he's realized he's severely off-balance doesn't matter, because with Flug's missed grab for the counter the pair of them topple over entirely.
Black Hat makes a noise best described as a rattling oomph as they hit the floor, but at least he's not the one currently sandwiched between said floor and a sickly demon.]
-and then Flug is pressing back and the rising anger cools away. Of course Flug wouldn't leave. Not when he has this.
Black Hat finally takes note of the odd indents in Flug's arm, just as Flug pulls back again, and this time he too breaks away, a look of surprise on his face. Whether it's over Flug's words, the damage on his arm, or the fact that he's realized he's severely off-balance doesn't matter, because with Flug's missed grab for the counter the pair of them topple over entirely.
Black Hat makes a noise best described as a rattling oomph as they hit the floor, but at least he's not the one currently sandwiched between said floor and a sickly demon.]
[Accompanying Black Hat's impactful grunt is Flug's signature squeak. It is not a graceful fall, it's true, but what little mass the scrawny inventor possesses does cushion the demon's landing, leaving Flug grimacing while his tongue feels for the busted tooth in his discomfited mouth. He doesn't dare shove Black Hat off, instead his hands migrate to the other's hips to just.. hold him steady, ready to assist when Black Hat is prepared to climb off. No telling what might trigger more nausea.]
"I think I still have most of it. Should regrow w-with the fog. She got my jaw good." [This close Flug can really take in how unwell Black Hat is looking, however. He carefully lifts one of his gloved hands to get a better look of the unusual eye socket, resting a finger just gently below. Is that blood..?]
"Your eye..?" [It's not as though Flug has seen Black Hat sick as it is, but this symptom is worrisome.]
"I think I still have most of it. Should regrow w-with the fog. She got my jaw good." [This close Flug can really take in how unwell Black Hat is looking, however. He carefully lifts one of his gloved hands to get a better look of the unusual eye socket, resting a finger just gently below. Is that blood..?]
"Your eye..?" [It's not as though Flug has seen Black Hat sick as it is, but this symptom is worrisome.]
What kind of details are we talking here?
[ Look, he's also sus. ]
[ Look, he's also sus. ]
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