[ the centipede is pretty cool, but dark doesn't really get credit for that because it would've been cool on its own. instead, dark receives more intense scrutiny because he's clearly not a simple human, and john is attempting to make sense of him.
john doesn't really move, remaining still and keeping his arms folded as they have been. his matte black eyes focus on dark now, the hollow white rings following his movement as he approaches. john's own unsettling aura intensifies, and his average face takes on an inhuman quality in its inability to contain whatever he's allowing to bleed through. there seems to be an incessant low hum around him, like the buzzing of wasp's wings. his usual tactic: let them think he feels threatened; that's like space god-emperor 101 — don't reveal your true power level any sooner than you have to. ]
Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?
[ he doesn't justify the second question with a response. ]
no subject
john doesn't really move, remaining still and keeping his arms folded as they have been. his matte black eyes focus on dark now, the hollow white rings following his movement as he approaches. john's own unsettling aura intensifies, and his average face takes on an inhuman quality in its inability to contain whatever he's allowing to bleed through. there seems to be an incessant low hum around him, like the buzzing of wasp's wings. his usual tactic: let them think he feels threatened; that's like space god-emperor 101 — don't reveal your true power level any sooner than you have to. ]
Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?
[ he doesn't justify the second question with a response. ]