[ He shouldn't quit his day job, that's for sure. He puns enough to be a dad, not a comedian. ]
It's a good name. [ He nods firmly. It seems like he's about to say something else, but he turns his head instead in a swift, almost too-fluid motion.
Naeva will probably be able to feel it too. The feeling of something discordant and grating, something that sucks up life and energy rather than existing in harmony with it.
And it's too close for comfort - descending from the air. Glory is pretty much out the door as soon as he registers it properly, leaping a table.
[Naeva feels it. And luckily(?), Naeva grew up in a corrupted warzone where aerial attacks are not uncommon.
So she moves reflexively--no sooner is she out the door than she is no longer a smallish druid, but a large, pitch-black warhorse, hooves striking with something that hums through the ground, sparking like sunlight.
She can't talk, but a snort conveys meaning well enough:
[THere's a moment of pause, while she wonders why everyone she meets is like this, before she stomps the shit out of the beast. Of course, even if it struggles, and knocks her out of the form, Naeva's got claws, and they're still gleaming with concentrated sunlight. Somewhere, an up-tempo rock theme starts to play. ]
Do you often meet people who can't? [ Genuinely innocent question, possibly. PEOPLE JUMP PRETTY OFTEN YKNOW
The beast thrashes wildly. It doesn't like being stomped on, and expresses this by lashing out at Naeva.
Meanwhile, Glory is...looking for something else, apparently, though he gives the monster another magic-charged punch. Thankfully the recoil doesn't knock it into Naeva. But it's clear his mind isn't on this battle, not completely. ]
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Naeva. [She pauses, and smiles, for realsies this time.] Ah...I suppose Jackal is an acceptable substitute, but it'd be weird to use it off the clock.
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It's a good name. [ He nods firmly. It seems like he's about to say something else, but he turns his head instead in a swift, almost too-fluid motion.
Naeva will probably be able to feel it too. The feeling of something discordant and grating, something that sucks up life and energy rather than existing in harmony with it.
And it's too close for comfort - descending from the air. Glory is pretty much out the door as soon as he registers it properly, leaping a table.
Boy he's energetic for a bonepile. ]
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So she moves reflexively--no sooner is she out the door than she is no longer a smallish druid, but a large, pitch-black warhorse, hooves striking with something that hums through the ground, sparking like sunlight.
She can't talk, but a snort conveys meaning well enough:
get on the hamaon horse, glory.]
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No, I can reach it by myself. The offer's appreciated, though!
[ He surges with a sudden burst of power; the air around him sings with it, a rush of something like joy and growth. He crackles with magical light.
As the shadow falls over the town, as the rotten, hulking thing stoops to land, he leaps from ground to roof and into the air and-
- he's landing a punch right into its face that sends it crashing to earth in front of Naeva's hooves.
He sure did just magic-punch it. Hope you didn't think he was going to use spells, because Glory's a full on melee combat lich. ]
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You might have mentioned you can jump!
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The beast thrashes wildly. It doesn't like being stomped on, and expresses this by lashing out at Naeva.
Meanwhile, Glory is...looking for something else, apparently, though he gives the monster another magic-charged punch. Thankfully the recoil doesn't knock it into Naeva. But it's clear his mind isn't on this battle, not completely. ]