[ ermes ducks immediately when the serpent appears back in sight, but even so she peeks her head over so she can watch what happens. it's disgusting, and a little nauseating, but there's something immensely satisfying in watching how it dies too. not to mention how much fun he's having, which is both thankful for the given situation, and concerning because she's still stuck on a boat with this guy and she just gave him a second ax, which is also part chainsaw.
she clutches onto the side of the boat as it rocks and lets out a held, deep breath when it starts to settle down. the boat is gross and she thinks chunks of its flesh got onto her arm, which she hurriedly flicks off the side. then she straightens up, trying not to seem completely pathetic, and grins. ]
That... was fucking awesome! [ and she lets out a laugh, mixed with awe and relief. ] Aaaahahha!!! Ahhhhhhh -- [ and then she stops and breathes out again. ] -- let's never fucking do that again.
[The whole fight was over way too fast for his tastes, but the choice between dragging it out for funsies and protecting his companion was a no-brainer. Ermes' relieved laughter makes him grin, and he flops down on the little bench across from her with a grunt as the wake of the fight and the canoe continue to settle.]
Mnuhuhu...Tell it to the fish!
[It was the serpent who picked the fight in the first place, after all.
Probably. Maybe he antagonized it. Or maybe he didn't. He's a Psycho, not a fish psychologist.
He places his axe to one side and reaches for an oar - he absolutely wants to retrieve that other axe, and maybe the serpent's head? It might be worth something, who knows. He's collected bounties for stranger things on Pandora.]
You ready for a barbeque?
[If nothing else, that river serpent is probably good eatin'!]
[ she quickly goes for the oar on her side when he takes his, excited to finally get out of the damn sea after everything. but... ]
Um. I don't like fish? Yeah, see, I'm actually super allergic to fish, so I can't eat any. Too bad, right? You can have it all for yourself, please, you earned it!
[ she is not one for eating her enemies, no matter how hardcore that sounds. ]
[The weird thing about barbecues is...they're really not much fun if he's the only one eating.]
Mngh.
What kind of meat won't kill you?
[Maybe he's invoking the power of hyperbole, or maybe "super allergic" actually does mean deathly allergic. Either way, he accepts her explanation with no problem, and is now looking for a solution which involves the both of them enjoying a celebratory barbeque.
The dead serpent with the axe still embedded in its skull has continued to drift in the remains of the wake caused by their collision, and is gently but steadily moving away from them. Time to correct that!]
[ unless there is something she doesn't know about the meat she eats. she does notice the dead serpent floating off, rather sadly, and huffs as she helps to row the boat toward the corpse. ]
Where did you get a crazy ass ax like that? I mean I've seen crazy shit in my life - some crazy shit that maybe a crazy guy like you would be surprised by! But never seen an ax like yours. Did you make it yourself?
[Aww, yeah, nice teamwork! Just a little bit closer now and he'll be able to reach out and retrieve the axe without tipping the canoe.]
Mnn...
[He makes a thoughtful noise, because he actually has to think about it. It doesn't take long, though, only a second or two. His axe is like his mask. As far as he remembers, he's always had them, and he's not sure where they came from.]
...Didn't make it. Dunno where it came from.
[Just a little bit closer, aaaaaand - there. He reaches out, grips the handle, and jerks it free from its boney resting place, incidentally dragging the serpent's skull, along wtih the rest of the serpent's sadly floating body, even closer.]
...You're a real weirdo. And that's sayin' something. [ she leans back and carefully flops down so she can stare up to the sky. it's cloudy and not particularly nice to look at it, but after everything that just went down... ] You can keep the extra axe. Just make sure the sticker doesn't fall off, or it'll disappear. Consider it my thanks for saving our asses just now.
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she clutches onto the side of the boat as it rocks and lets out a held, deep breath when it starts to settle down. the boat is gross and she thinks chunks of its flesh got onto her arm, which she hurriedly flicks off the side. then she straightens up, trying not to seem completely pathetic, and grins. ]
That... was fucking awesome! [ and she lets out a laugh, mixed with awe and relief. ] Aaaahahha!!! Ahhhhhhh -- [ and then she stops and breathes out again. ] -- let's never fucking do that again.
i love her
Mnuhuhu...Tell it to the fish!
[It was the serpent who picked the fight in the first place, after all.
Probably. Maybe he antagonized it. Or maybe he didn't. He's a Psycho, not a fish psychologist.
He places his axe to one side and reaches for an oar - he absolutely wants to retrieve that other axe, and maybe the serpent's head? It might be worth something, who knows. He's collected bounties for stranger things on Pandora.]
You ready for a barbeque?
[If nothing else, that river serpent is probably good eatin'!]
ty, krieg is a good boy too
Um. I don't like fish? Yeah, see, I'm actually super allergic to fish, so I can't eat any. Too bad, right? You can have it all for yourself, please, you earned it!
[ she is not one for eating her enemies, no matter how hardcore that sounds. ]
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Mngh.
What kind of meat won't kill you?
[Maybe he's invoking the power of hyperbole, or maybe "super allergic" actually does mean deathly allergic. Either way, he accepts her explanation with no problem, and is now looking for a solution which involves the both of them enjoying a celebratory barbeque.
The dead serpent with the axe still embedded in its skull has continued to drift in the remains of the wake caused by their collision, and is gently but steadily moving away from them. Time to correct that!]
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[ unless there is something she doesn't know about the meat she eats. she does notice the dead serpent floating off, rather sadly, and huffs as she helps to row the boat toward the corpse. ]
Where did you get a crazy ass ax like that? I mean I've seen crazy shit in my life - some crazy shit that maybe a crazy guy like you would be surprised by! But never seen an ax like yours. Did you make it yourself?
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[Aww, yeah, nice teamwork! Just a little bit closer now and he'll be able to reach out and retrieve the axe without tipping the canoe.]
Mnn...
[He makes a thoughtful noise, because he actually has to think about it. It doesn't take long, though, only a second or two. His axe is like his mask. As far as he remembers, he's always had them, and he's not sure where they came from.]
...Didn't make it. Dunno where it came from.
[Just a little bit closer, aaaaaand - there. He reaches out, grips the handle, and jerks it free from its boney resting place, incidentally dragging the serpent's skull, along wtih the rest of the serpent's sadly floating body, even closer.]
I've always had it.
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