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Tempest Quinn
hen's tooth
POSTED ON Jul 23, 2021 8:08:00 GMT
There is a terrible crack when the Lucarios strikes Chu-e.
The other half of the crystal would drop and slide under a desk, forgotten for the moment.
Something is awake.
Chu-e falls to his hands and knees, shaking. Head down, at this angle Cillian Quinn wouldn't be able to see but the edge of his face. A few slivers of skin under clothes.
That's when the crackling starts.
A wracking series of coughs overtakes him, splattering blood on the floor. Gavin may not notice, now, how it sparkles in the light. He may be distracted by something else.
Chu-e's skin is shifting.
Black crystals flicker and expand, rupturing and coating his skin in rippling waves. Feeling him out. Testing limits.
His breathing is ragged. Chu-e, slowly, pushes himself back to his feet. Face, hands, eyes- black and slick and shimmering. The crystal facade blinks- then it pulls away, back into flesh, leaving Chu-e behind as if it was never there at all.
Something still isn't right, though. Chu-e's eyes, when he looks down at Gavin now, are vacant. Not dead, not like before. Whatever is looking at Gavin right now isn't Chu-e but... it's not the thing inside of him either. Not yet.
He wobbles, unsteady, then turns and leaves.
The blood on the ground crunches underfoot.
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The other Underboss and his parasite had only been out of the room a few minutes when Temp shoulders in.
His eyes are wild, panic lacing him before he spots Gavin on the ground.
When a magic whale yells at you in your mind to do something, you do it.
"Gavin!"
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