Memo
He/him
28
August 26
Spikemuth, Galar Region
Homosexual
Ranger Captain
Elite Ranger
it gets lonely in this gangster's paradise
wicker men 2, wicker boogaloo [m, c]
POSTED ON Sept 26, 2022 0:38:39 GMT
Alex runs a soft hand over the line of his shoulder and Memo forces himself to exhale. He really, really, really did not like this sort of hands off op, he was coming to find. He leans into the touch, only slightly, eyes still watching the bursts of flame where Gabe and Sibella are working their magic. The next thing Alex says has him frowning, and he turns to look at the other man with a curious look. “Yeah, how are you not worried? Mr. ‘I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders at all times?'” Because it was kind of funny, that out of all the times that Alex wouldn’t be an anxious wreck was when Memo was. Praxidike takes to the hair, hovering for a moment, before diving down, eyes scanning the various hallway openings, searching for her-- the other queen. She’s about two seconds from bashing everything down around her when a well-aimed poison sting shoots through the air in front of her face, missing her mandibles by inches. She turns in the direction of the projectile and watches as the giant, Primal Energy infused Queen unfurls from across the cavern, huge, at least twice as tall as Praxidike, with glowering red eyes. Her golden mandibles snap snap as she twists her massive body and launches another poison sting. Sibella lands briefly on the side of the hive, forcing a burst of fire down a hallway to smoke out any lingering bees. Well, I wouldn’t suggest eating these bees, she says with a haughty sniff, launching into the air again. She does a loop around him. Gabriel, what, exactly, do you think Combee are made of? She asks, lashing her tail and cracking one out of the sky, crushing it against the side of the hive. There’s a sudden uptick in activity where the Combee switch from attacking to defending, beginning to whirl back towards the hive. Sibella tries to head them off with more fire, lighting the side of the hive up like paper. Superheated honey explodes and spits, like bacon fat.
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