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destinystrings2012-11-17 10:36 am
primordial) wrote in destinystrings2012-11-17 10:36 am
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The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear
Who: Sam Erstwhile and Levi Jebediah Garrity
Where: Virgo District, in an alley somewhere
Summary: Sam is having lunch and Levi interrupts him by accident. Except there is also the whole thing about Sam actually being an eldritch horror, and down the line Lev's Persona gets awakened! Yay?
Warnings: SAM IS HIS OWN WARNING because he's a big gross blob of Lovecraftian horrorstuffs. So. Yeah. Also there is the eating of raw fish, if that bothers you any.
Sam's hungry.
Of course, he does like any normal person does when one's hungry, and makes a beeline to the food stalls situated around the Virgo District. The noise from the vendors shouting in his face makes him wince, and he spends a while trying to find a shop or stall that is relatively quiet. Ah. There. A nice little booth where fish are sold.
Perfect.
He can spot the small buckets of freshly-caught fish that the shopkeeper has behind the counter, and, after distracting him by "accidentally" knocking over one of the boxes containing a load of red snappers all over the street, Sam picks up a bucket and disappears in the crowd, leaving commotion and chaos behind him.
But now he needs a place to eat all of this. A place where hopefully nobody will bother him, because the last thing he needs is somebody disturbing him while he eats. The way he eats isn't...well, normal. There are no forks and knives, no tables, no napkins, no plates. He has to allow his true face to shine through, and that is not a face he wants other people to see.
And here we go, a nice dark little alley. He smiles slightly, wandering in, making sure nobody is following him, and sets the bucket down. Oh, it looks really good- it did take a while, after his transformation back home to get used to eating stuff like this (there was a disconnect between the human mind and the quite alien cravings he got which was really annoying), but now he can't imagine eating anything else.
He lets that human image unravel- first, he lets the octopus-like eyes pop out, then makes tendrils split off his skin to dig into the bucket and bring fish by fish into himself. There are no teeth to grind them up, really- his body just does the work for him, dissolving the bones and scales without any problem.
It's messy and gross, yes, but he's hungry. He needs to survive. And he's so into what he's doing, that he wouldn't even notice somebody walking in on what he's doing.
He should really be more vigilant, next time.
Where: Virgo District, in an alley somewhere
Summary: Sam is having lunch and Levi interrupts him by accident. Except there is also the whole thing about Sam actually being an eldritch horror, and down the line Lev's Persona gets awakened! Yay?
Warnings: SAM IS HIS OWN WARNING because he's a big gross blob of Lovecraftian horrorstuffs. So. Yeah. Also there is the eating of raw fish, if that bothers you any.
Sam's hungry.
Of course, he does like any normal person does when one's hungry, and makes a beeline to the food stalls situated around the Virgo District. The noise from the vendors shouting in his face makes him wince, and he spends a while trying to find a shop or stall that is relatively quiet. Ah. There. A nice little booth where fish are sold.
Perfect.
He can spot the small buckets of freshly-caught fish that the shopkeeper has behind the counter, and, after distracting him by "accidentally" knocking over one of the boxes containing a load of red snappers all over the street, Sam picks up a bucket and disappears in the crowd, leaving commotion and chaos behind him.
But now he needs a place to eat all of this. A place where hopefully nobody will bother him, because the last thing he needs is somebody disturbing him while he eats. The way he eats isn't...well, normal. There are no forks and knives, no tables, no napkins, no plates. He has to allow his true face to shine through, and that is not a face he wants other people to see.
And here we go, a nice dark little alley. He smiles slightly, wandering in, making sure nobody is following him, and sets the bucket down. Oh, it looks really good- it did take a while, after his transformation back home to get used to eating stuff like this (there was a disconnect between the human mind and the quite alien cravings he got which was really annoying), but now he can't imagine eating anything else.
He lets that human image unravel- first, he lets the octopus-like eyes pop out, then makes tendrils split off his skin to dig into the bucket and bring fish by fish into himself. There are no teeth to grind them up, really- his body just does the work for him, dissolving the bones and scales without any problem.
It's messy and gross, yes, but he's hungry. He needs to survive. And he's so into what he's doing, that he wouldn't even notice somebody walking in on what he's doing.
He should really be more vigilant, next time.
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And he's ready to grab the boy and toss him out when the sudden bright glow startles him and he leaps back, only to gaze upon...is that an angel? What's going on? Zadkiel, of the Hermit arcana...?
Is this a Persona?!
Oh, and that angel is planning to attack him now. Great. Sam lets out a sound that can only be described as a painful mixture between a shriek and and a hiss, retreating backwards and abandoning keeping the form of his legs to go for the option of slithering across the ground like the amoeba-like creature that he is- it's much faster, anyways.
Where can he run? He looks up with a million eyes, searching trying to find a way to get out, and- there. A window up on the building.
Don't mind him, he's just going to forget about lunch for now and try to beat a retreat by trying to climb up the wall- fighting is really not his forte at all.
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Zadkiel turns and casts Dia on him, before returning his gaze to Sam, hovering in front of its caster protectively.
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No, if he wanted to keep this whole "actually a monster" thing secret, then he would have to defend himself. The bucket of fish is still laying where he dropped it...quickly, he reaches down with a few tendrils, pulling it up, and then throws it as hard as he can at the angel- no use in waiting around to see what it could do.
Hopefully that would give him the distraction he needed to reach that window.
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He doesn't move towards the creature, but keeps his gaze on it, despite how much his head hurts from being near it.
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Darn it. And here he was hoping for a nice peaceful lunch. Guess Hinoto-Ri couldn't even give him that.