The Lord of Shades' collective pauses, eight-and-a-thousand eyes staring up as word and something else cuts through the air and rain. The Tyrant's body clatters to lie facedown in the center of the room, absently covered by massive claws.
Lemm? Here? Again? Why? They're not done. This isn't the place for him to be.
A pair of specks bounce off the serpentine tangle of tendrils lying flat that constitutes their back. A few tiny sets of eyes not on the space that makes up their face watches it bump and roll down rootlike twistings to land harmlessly among them.
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...prrrp?
Date: 2022-11-07 09:57 pm (UTC)Lemm? Here? Again? Why? They're not done. This isn't the place for him to be.
A pair of specks bounce off the serpentine tangle of tendrils lying flat that constitutes their back. A few tiny sets of eyes not on the space that makes up their face watches it bump and roll down rootlike twistings to land harmlessly among them.
There is a long, long pause as this is processed.
...
Did Lemm throw a journal at them?