Re: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
05-30-2012, 04:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Protractor Ninja.
"Do I need to ask again?" the creature hissed. Still disoriented from the chandelier incident, Hector had only stared when the serpentine figure had made its demand the first time. He later suspected it would have been difficult to do anything *other* than stare, given that an oversized mutant snake had just asked his identity in an abnormal fashion relative to regular greetings from characters of the scaly sort, that is, all of his limbs were still intact.
This bespectacled man was either scared out of his wits, Grotto thought wearily, or a little bit slow. Wonderful. He asked again, taking care this time to speak with less of a hiss and more of a... what was it again? An accent. Yes. One of Grotto's parent scientists had been born overseas, and the other team members loved to have him talk about silly things like tree throwing contests, just to hear his voice. They all thought it was very amusing, at least until Grotto had butchered them all. After that they didn't think very much of anything.
"Who, exactly, might you be?"
Hector, in addition to feeling very frightened, was suddenly very confused. Had he just been hissed at in a Scottish accent? The thought was enough to jolt him out of his trance and remember what was going on, something that he realized was probably going to happen very often.
"I'm sure you don't want me to have to force something out of you, because I would enjoy it and you wouldn't."
Right. He'd forgotten about the irradiated spawn of Medusa. Who was apparently related to the Loch Ness Monster.
"Oh, I'm, um, Hector. Just Hector." He shakily held out a hand towards what looked like it could have been the creature's dominant appendage. Nothing happened. "And you're..."
"Grotto." came the guttural reply. "And I'm done with the accent."
"Right. Good." Hector retracted his quivering palm and wiped it down the side of his pants. Something told him it would be a good idea to play it safe with this... Grotto. The serpent's name certainly matched its disposition. Hector quickly decided that this was a competitor he'd much rather have as an ally than an enemy.
"Okay, then... Grotto." Hector began. The creature looked at him in a way that appeared either quizzical or homicidal. "From what I understand this mansion houses some sort of treasure, and there are at least six more potentially dangerous entities who are also here for one reason or another. What do you say the two of us team up for the time being? We can split anything we find, fifty-fifty."
[color=#000099]Grotto was taken aback. This man could not be so stupid. He didn't have any idea what sort of danger he was in, even excluding the multitude of ways Grotto could have murdered him in the past few minutes. But... an ally, even a na
"Do I need to ask again?" the creature hissed. Still disoriented from the chandelier incident, Hector had only stared when the serpentine figure had made its demand the first time. He later suspected it would have been difficult to do anything *other* than stare, given that an oversized mutant snake had just asked his identity in an abnormal fashion relative to regular greetings from characters of the scaly sort, that is, all of his limbs were still intact.
This bespectacled man was either scared out of his wits, Grotto thought wearily, or a little bit slow. Wonderful. He asked again, taking care this time to speak with less of a hiss and more of a... what was it again? An accent. Yes. One of Grotto's parent scientists had been born overseas, and the other team members loved to have him talk about silly things like tree throwing contests, just to hear his voice. They all thought it was very amusing, at least until Grotto had butchered them all. After that they didn't think very much of anything.
"Who, exactly, might you be?"
Hector, in addition to feeling very frightened, was suddenly very confused. Had he just been hissed at in a Scottish accent? The thought was enough to jolt him out of his trance and remember what was going on, something that he realized was probably going to happen very often.
"I'm sure you don't want me to have to force something out of you, because I would enjoy it and you wouldn't."
Right. He'd forgotten about the irradiated spawn of Medusa. Who was apparently related to the Loch Ness Monster.
"Oh, I'm, um, Hector. Just Hector." He shakily held out a hand towards what looked like it could have been the creature's dominant appendage. Nothing happened. "And you're..."
"Grotto." came the guttural reply. "And I'm done with the accent."
"Right. Good." Hector retracted his quivering palm and wiped it down the side of his pants. Something told him it would be a good idea to play it safe with this... Grotto. The serpent's name certainly matched its disposition. Hector quickly decided that this was a competitor he'd much rather have as an ally than an enemy.
"Okay, then... Grotto." Hector began. The creature looked at him in a way that appeared either quizzical or homicidal. "From what I understand this mansion houses some sort of treasure, and there are at least six more potentially dangerous entities who are also here for one reason or another. What do you say the two of us team up for the time being? We can split anything we find, fifty-fifty."
[color=#000099]Grotto was taken aback. This man could not be so stupid. He didn't have any idea what sort of danger he was in, even excluding the multitude of ways Grotto could have murdered him in the past few minutes. But... an ally, even a na