“I’m so glad you agree! They’re so odd, but so fascinating! I’ve tried to dissect some, but my ‘snake’ kept eating them, the damn thing.”
“Oh I’ve done my share of cutting them up myself. I find the thighs the most appetizing.” He freed the rat man’s mouth. “You do the explaining.”
(To the new guy.)
“Lucky you, maybe you could share a chart of them? Oh! Or maybe list down all the uses for their parts!” Actinolite laughed gleefully.
"I'm Rosaline. Or as what some people like to say, 'the blonde one with the double bun half up hairstyle.'" Rosaline scoffed and rolled her eyes.
(She's referencing what happened before this roleplay)
'WHAT THE ACTUAL F–K IS WRONG WITH F–K YOU ALL GO TO HELL YOU BASTARDS' He didn't even realise he was talking, that phrase was just repeating in his head over and over again. But now freedom was his. He made one of his most pronounced scowls.
'WHY THE ACTUAL F–K ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT DISSECTING I THOUGHT AGREED NOT TO F–KING TALK ABOUT THAT S–T?'
“Oh, he’s alive!” Actinolite smiled, “I knew that would help him revive his conscience!” She, once again clapped her hands, now handing him the picture of who she called ‘Angel Aura.’
Neirym frowned. “What did I say about the noise? Hush.” He turned back to Actinolite, “Unfortunately, I have not created any such thing. I simply take mortals for my own personal pleasures.”
'Wha.. wha? Who's this now? I don't understand, am I looking at the winged girl or that purple… wait no, uhhh… Wait, I can't move my eyes? WHAT THE F–K WHO'S THE B—-H THAT DID THIS AGAIN?'
Neirym rolled his eyes. “Here,” he said irritably, giving him his eyes, but forcing his voice to be only just loud enough to be heard.
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The man waited for a break in the yelling before replying to Rosaline. "I'm Mike. Any idea who those other crazy people are?"
“The winged Gem.” She quipped, waving her hand to try and get rid of the spell that froze him in place, still looking at Neirym.
Neirym nodded. “Neirym.” He looked at Actinolite, “don’t bother trying to free him, I have him chained.”
"I have no clue, if I'm being honest. I only remember the rat guy that hates gore. But he was the first guy I met, so that makes sense." Rosaline shrugged.
'Oh f–k you…' Now he was able fully see the picture and he looked at it in awe once more. 'Really though, nice wings. But don't tell me that they're like, stitched in or something. Is she a friend or a queen? I didn't hear what you guys were talking about, I assumed it was dumb.'
“No, they’re not stitched in! Those are her wings, she grew them herself!” Actinolite huffed. “And she is neither, I made her myself. But she’s the only one of her kind, so that makes her very special. Would you like me to bring her over?” She offered.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing her,” Neirym offered.
'Made her…. okay, don't tell me anything else, bring her to me, and give us powers or something… I dunno, I just want those wings'
“Don’t worry, her creation wasn’t anything graphic, it’s just like growing a plant; you just need a Gem seed, some good, lively soil and lots of time.” Actinolite began to walk off towards the entrance.
'Oh… well, I guess…. good work? Like, really cool, actually… aww man, how come no one else is made that way, do you KNOW how people are formed, it's disgusting.'
Mike studied Zach for a minute. "….I don't think you'd last long where I come from, not with a phobia like that."
Neirym nodded pityingly. “Agreed.”
“I’m guessing by the way you’re speaking; it’s messy.” She chuckled as she slipped out the door.
Neirym looked after her. She doesn’t know? He began to wonder about her anatomy and how her kind reproduced.
Actinolite returned only ten minutes later, with Angel following close behind her. The two women walked over to the group, one grinning and the other looking a little unsure.
'Woah…. goddamn… how the hell does… hang on, once I'll get out of this dumb pose, I'll introduce myself.' He's gonna hit on her, and do it as smoothly as possible. He needed to be on her side. Definitely more interesting then the other twat he thought to himself.