[ it's a good thing that Silco is well and used to Jinx and her reckless fighting style to avoid any collateral damage, because - yeah, she sure isn't thinking about it. in fact, she's already testing the blade against a few spots between the vines as if to try and pry them ajar when he catches her attention--
and she sees the face.
the creepy face in the vine-wall. the creepy face whose mouth is now juddering open, a creaky voice beginning to speak as Jinx leans in to examine it with interest. FASCINATING,
"Give to take. A sacrifice. To live."
it barely gets through the tail end of its sentence before Jinx jams the knife toward its eyesocket; unfortunately for both of them, this only serves to make the Dryad exhale a ragged, uncomfortably unpleasant sound that hurts their ears - but it remains unharmed, blade buried inside of it.
Jinx slowly tilts her head, nose millimeters from the Dryad's twisted, gnarled face. ]
Reaaaally wishing we had that woodchipper right about now.
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and she sees the face.
the creepy face in the vine-wall. the creepy face whose mouth is now juddering open, a creaky voice beginning to speak as Jinx leans in to examine it with interest. FASCINATING,
"Give to take. A sacrifice. To live."
it barely gets through the tail end of its sentence before Jinx jams the knife toward its eyesocket; unfortunately for both of them, this only serves to make the Dryad exhale a ragged, uncomfortably unpleasant sound that hurts their ears - but it remains unharmed, blade buried inside of it.
Jinx slowly tilts her head, nose millimeters from the Dryad's twisted, gnarled face. ]
Reaaaally wishing we had that woodchipper right about now.