While the distraction was nice while it lasted, it also means that by the time twisting pressure has wrapped completely around one Fukuda's legs, there is nothing either can do as the very safe and normal tentacle plant drags him backwards at an alarming speed.]
Wh-- Fukuda?!
[Vakama is, for the moment, left behind.
The heat starts to rise suddenly. Drastically. The further Fukuda is tugged through the rubble, the more it feels like he's the equivalent of a piece of scrap metal being tossed about, about ready to burn in an incinerator.
His vision jostles, nauseating, a speed that is impossible for the distance he's taken, into the wreck of an enormous open furnace almost unfathomably tall, s̸͕͓̄ǒ̴̱̪͈̠͌͐ṁ̸̛̠͌̑ḙ̷͍̺͂̿̕͝ť̶̫͌̊h̸̛̛͓͓͈̾̒į̵̘͙͉̀̈n̴̢̩͉̺̏̎̀g̵̨̙̎ boiling in its catastrophic flames.
The vine doesn't let up, aiming straight for the flames. But arms grab him - stronger, larger, a Toa again, gripping onto Fukuda for dear life with one hand as he wheels his disk launcher completely around with the other and fires. The entire vine's molecular makeup instantly scrambles with a garbled screeching sounds, melding into the floor as Vakama desperately tries to drag Fukuda backwards.]
--Hang on, I've got you-- ohh, I should have known, I should have known this was a trap the moment I saw that blasted thing--
Another shadowed tendril coils behind Vakama and snaps him up tight by the waist. Caught off guard, his form changes right back as his weapon vanishes and his grip on Fukuda falters, yelling and shoving for purchase as he's lifted right back into the air.
What time was wasted in your incessant searching?
What lives brought to suffer?
With a whipping snap, Vakama is fully thrown across the room like a ragdoll.
Though free of the vine, Fukuda will find his limbs drawn down on the spot in a rain of unavoidable projectiles. Hundreds of thousands of seeded capsules fall from the ceiling; cracking open where they land, growing quickly like a mass of writhing, multiplying snakes of rot and plant and darkness, grasping out to wrap him still and drag him to his death.
No matter whether he acts or stays still, any magical or shard power he has is draining without replenishment.]
/2 cw fires, tentacle/snake imagery just to be safe
While the distraction was nice while it lasted, it also means that by the time twisting pressure has wrapped completely around one Fukuda's legs, there is nothing either can do as the very safe and normal tentacle plant drags him backwards at an alarming speed.]
Wh-- Fukuda?!
[Vakama is, for the moment, left behind.
The heat starts to rise suddenly. Drastically. The further Fukuda is tugged through the rubble, the more it feels like he's the equivalent of a piece of scrap metal being tossed about, about ready to burn in an incinerator.
His vision jostles, nauseating, a speed that is impossible for the distance he's taken, into the wreck of an enormous open furnace almost unfathomably tall, s̸͕͓̄ǒ̴̱̪͈̠͌͐ṁ̸̛̠͌̑ḙ̷͍̺͂̿̕͝ť̶̫͌̊h̸̛̛͓͓͈̾̒į̵̘͙͉̀̈n̴̢̩͉̺̏̎̀g̵̨̙̎ boiling in its catastrophic flames.
The vine doesn't let up, aiming straight for the flames. But arms grab him - stronger, larger, a Toa again, gripping onto Fukuda for dear life with one hand as he wheels his disk launcher completely around with the other and fires. The entire vine's molecular makeup instantly scrambles with a garbled screeching sounds, melding into the floor as Vakama desperately tries to drag Fukuda backwards.]
--Hang on, I've got you-- ohh, I should have known, I should have known this was a trap the moment I saw that blasted thing--
[Is this what it takes from you, Vakama?
It's a voice that echoes from nowhere, piercing but echoing. A reverberation, not a source.
we're wasting time--
--hunting down just because of--
--so sure about this--
How many mistakes?
How far must you let it go?
Who is responsible, Vakama?
Another shadowed tendril coils behind Vakama and snaps him up tight by the waist. Caught off guard, his form changes right back as his weapon vanishes and his grip on Fukuda falters, yelling and shoving for purchase as he's lifted right back into the air.
What time was wasted in your incessant searching?
What lives brought to suffer?
With a whipping snap, Vakama is fully thrown across the room like a ragdoll.
Though free of the vine, Fukuda will find his limbs drawn down on the spot in a rain of unavoidable projectiles. Hundreds of thousands of seeded capsules fall from the ceiling; cracking open where they land, growing quickly like a mass of writhing, multiplying snakes of rot and plant and darkness, grasping out to wrap him still and drag him to his death.
No matter whether he acts or stays still, any magical or shard power he has is draining without replenishment.]