Hmm. Makes a living off his tongue. I'll need to keep that in mind.
It was interesting to him that the little group wasn't pulling for each other. Other groups he'd worked on over the years had banded together against their captor, but these kids were as likely to kill each other as to go after him. Odd.
Jenna sat on the floor, pressing her hands against her ears to block out noise and keeping her eyes shut tightly.
Ezra watched in horror as the sorcerer carved the skin off Joy and everyone screamed at each other. Not realising what he was doing, he started to laugh in shock. The sound only slightly blocked by the other's curses.
"You're really laughing at a time like this?!" Jenna demanded, turning to face Ezra.
Ezra ignored Jenna and continued to laugh hysterically. The motion begins to hurt his sides.
She continued glaring at Ezra, genuinely angry. How the hell did he find this situation funny?
There it was. The first one to really break. Interesting.
Ōn’nyosh overheard the laughing and turned, confused. He then sighed at the sight of the poor young man.
“Can’t save the weak ones, hmm? But… one can snap the necks of the bastards who break the weak ones. Just like you, you fucking shit-eating fucker. Tell me, Fur-Fucked Pisser, have you ever been fucked by a dragon, particularly an old male with a ferocious temper? He’s a friend of mine, and his sister is quite the sweet one, for a dragon of course,”Ōn’nyosh asked, chuckling.
"I doubt anyone would survive that, but from the way you've been talking, I bet you'd be more than happy to let a dragon fuck you." Jenna said, glaring at Ōn’nyosh.
Ōn’nyosh turned to Jenna and laughed.
“Come now, dear. I’ve been fucked by, at least, a dozen dragons, the females of course. And trust me, they all have their own unique ways of doing it,”he said, grinning mischievously.
"If you're going to make up a story at least make up a believable one." Jenna rolled her eyes.
Ōn’nyosh laughed more.
“Do I need to tell you all the naughty, little details?”he asked with a humorous accent.
“I will if you want me to. Maybe it’ll gross out, ol’ Shits-In-Furry-Brains enough to let us go, hmm? I’ve got dozens upon dozens of little whore-r stories I could tell,”he added.
(Note: If this escalates further, I’ll be vague, for all our sakes, lol)
(lmao)
Ezra slowed to a chuckle and clutched his sides in pain. The voices that he had done so much to kill resurfacing. Hello old friend
(Lol, as much as I might like to see those stories, let's spare our lovely viewers that, alright?)
Joy turns her head away from On'nyosh.
"Whatever, lizard." she mutters.
She now resorts to ignoring everything and everyone, focusing purely on her spite and rage and pain.
(Yeah, fair, lmao)
“Oh, you of no fucking humor. At least make an effort, woman. Either take a jab at a joke, or jab that fucker with a thumb or toe or tooth. Something,”Ōn’nyosh huffed.
Joy continues ignoring On'nyosh. Men like him really got on her nerves.
They made her want to stop dating men entirely and become lesbian.
(Oop- it didn't update and I didn't see the most recent messages)
Jenna groaned. "Just shut up already. Nobody wants to hear about your 'totally real adventures' with dragons, and nobody wants to hear you insult people."
(Lol on Joy. Ōn’nyosh would probably be horrified if he found out her thoughts, lmao! Either that, or just more curious. He’s weird like that, lmao!)
Ōn’nyosh huffed at Jenna.
“Fuck off, woman. I insult people for a fucking living, and because it’s fun as fuck. And, the fact that I’m reptilian should be proof enough that other creatures exist in this world, you fucking slow ass.”
Six finished off the hand, and that was the first arm done. There was nothing much left in the way of structure below the wrist, just the muscles and nerves hanging limply from where the ulna and radius formed the arm. The arm itself was just muscles and nerves, exposed, stretched over the bones, all the way up to the shoulder.
He'd taken his time, enjoying their banter. He was particularly glad On'nyosh was talking so much. Definitely had cemented his position as the one getting his voice box removed.
He stood and cracked his neck, before stepping around to the other side. "Can't have you all asymmetrical, now can we?" he said quietly, almost affectionately, before starting up on her other arm. This time, he started at the fingers, and worked his way up, knowing full well it would be worse.
Jenna growled, standing up slowly. "You can insult me or even flirt with me all you fucking want, but you do NOT call me slow!"
Ōn’nyosh laughed at Jenna’s reaction.
“You see? This is exactly why I enjoy insulting people, Madame Slow. The reactions! If only I could figure out a way to get one out of Wolf-Eat-Shit there. Or do I have to start doing some digging into the deepest, darkest part of your fucking bowels to find the jewel and cut it out of you, hmm?”Ōn’nyosh said, turning to Six halfway through his words.
Six nodded to himself. Jenna didn't want to be slow, he'd make sure she was fast. Extra legs, maybe.
Wouldn't help her mind, but hey, you couldn't say he was without a sense of irony.
He glanced at On'nyosh, smiling. "Hey, someone knows their mythology. I'm impressed. That or you've made a very lucky guess."
If The Jester was referencing Carcharoth and the Silmaril, he was closer to the truth than he realized.
"If you call me slow one more time I swear I will make you more mangled and deformed than even psycho here could even fucking manage." Jenna threatened.
Ooo, feisty. Maybe I'll put them in the same cage…