02-21-2018, 11:05 PM
"Yes, please," Viola said, each syllable enunciated with the utmost care, and really, how could ol' Pennywise resist a request like that, soft and sweet and all the things It was not?
"So polite!" It crooned, joviality emerging as a rattling chuckle from deep within Its diaphragm. Sinking down onto Its haunches, long legs bending in a spidery pose, It spoke to Viola through an ever-widening grin, "Which coloU~r would you prefer? Blue as the sky? Green like a cat's eye? Or perhaps a nice, juuuuicy red! Red... yes..." It attempted to keep the drool from pooling too visibly upon Its bottom lip, not quite succeeding. "Redder than the filling of a cherry pie?"
While the young girl's expression remained tranquil for the most part, barely-there signs of uncertainty made themselves known in the smallest tugs she made to the frills of her dark dress, the subtle stirring of hair over her shoulders as she wavered on her feet, physically torn between the multiple options set before her. Yet, the simple draw of a gift was too powerful, too tempting. After all, what kind of big, bad monster would offer a kid a balloon? How absurd! How strange! How utterly ridiculous! But, then again, didn't Pennywise the Dancing Clown seem to embody each of those things?
Leaning forward, Viola smiled a tiny little smile, an expression that paled in comparison to Its almost too-wide grin. Her mismatched eyes stared keenly up into the clown's face, one iris alight with ember-like focus and the other placid and cool, but both seeming chock full of intelligence. Of course, It mostly disregarded this, partly out of pride and also with regard to past experience when luring prey in. The young of other species just weren't very bright, the clown knew, just as lambs weren't supposed to lie with lions, but they would always attempt it anyway.
Viola bit her lip in thought, drawing Its attention back to her face. "Um... Blue would be nice."
The clown deflated a bit at that. In fact, Its flouncy, fiery red hair actually appeared to visibly wilt like the petals of a dried-out poppy, Its comically-painted mouth curving downward and blue eyes taking on an even more pitiful sheen. Darn, had It really been gearing Itself up for red! Red like roses, red like the mumps, red like arms bitten clean off and left as gory stumps! Blue was... calm. Pleasant. In short, blue just didn't have that same instinctual, viscerally fearful zing to it, but that just meant It would have to be creative— something It was, unsurprisingly, good at.
"Sure, sure," said the clown, Its brain already churning with a myriad of discordantly-arranged plans. It was tough, not being able to just sniff these kinds of things out, but the entity refused to be put out by simply having to work harder for a meal; after all, that is what distinguished IT, the greatest of cosmic entities, from lazy idiot-beings like Maturin. "Blue it is. A bit of blue for the bluebell, coming right up!"
As It spoke, one of Its massive gloved hands reached out, burbles of warm Omnilium beginning to flicker and take shape within Its palm. Every part of It recoiled at the idea of willingly sharing this new preciously-sweet substance, the creature's eyes simmering with swirling yellow seemingly of their own accord. Yet, It resolved to grin and bear it. For now, at least, sacrifices in the name of further gain weren't too gut-wrenching.
While It waited and observed the colorful shifting of the Omnilium with great interest (great interest being almost overcome by the urge to open Its mouth wide and consume the orb whole again), one of Its eyes drifted over toward the two figures in white carapaces once more. They hadn't moved to advance or retreat in the past two minutes or so, only conversing quietly amongst themselves. The creature wasn't of a mind to address them, either, not when they had so rudely ignored Its offer of a balloon. This decision wasn't at all influenced by the obvious weapons attached to their suits or Its current grievously weakened state. Nope, no sirree!
Returning to the task quite literally at hand, a thin, winding thread of white string gradually appeared from the centre of Its palm, drifting up into the air like a length of spider-silk caught in a breeze. A rainbow shiver of Omnilium prompted the blue elastic of the balloon to floomph outward in midair, the thin skin magically rounding out before their eyes until it was filled completely with air.
The long fingers of Its hand grasped the string, plucking the balloon from midair. A satisfied purr clicked oddly inside Its throat as It examined Its work, but at the same time, the interdimensional entity was reminded of the hunger gnawing at Its stomach. Pupils wrenching about like dumb goldfish eyes, it took the clown a hilarious amount of time until It could finally focus solely on Viola, both eyes fixed in her direction instead of the rest of the Nexus.
It spoke, but Its voice had... changed, somehow, at least in a way that was apparent to Viola. No longer did it fluctuate between octaves, curling around soft vowels before launching through the phonetic atmosphere into growly glottal throat-sounds. Instead, Its voice was oddly solemn, almost serene. Like a child admitting to leaving a puppy to burn inside a house on fire, calm and sure of themselves because at least they hadn't done something even worse, like broken a window to save the poor creature from a slow, excruciating demise.
"Here," It said, the balloon held aloft between them. "Take it."
"So polite!" It crooned, joviality emerging as a rattling chuckle from deep within Its diaphragm. Sinking down onto Its haunches, long legs bending in a spidery pose, It spoke to Viola through an ever-widening grin, "Which coloU~r would you prefer? Blue as the sky? Green like a cat's eye? Or perhaps a nice, juuuuicy red! Red... yes..." It attempted to keep the drool from pooling too visibly upon Its bottom lip, not quite succeeding. "Redder than the filling of a cherry pie?"
While the young girl's expression remained tranquil for the most part, barely-there signs of uncertainty made themselves known in the smallest tugs she made to the frills of her dark dress, the subtle stirring of hair over her shoulders as she wavered on her feet, physically torn between the multiple options set before her. Yet, the simple draw of a gift was too powerful, too tempting. After all, what kind of big, bad monster would offer a kid a balloon? How absurd! How strange! How utterly ridiculous! But, then again, didn't Pennywise the Dancing Clown seem to embody each of those things?
Leaning forward, Viola smiled a tiny little smile, an expression that paled in comparison to Its almost too-wide grin. Her mismatched eyes stared keenly up into the clown's face, one iris alight with ember-like focus and the other placid and cool, but both seeming chock full of intelligence. Of course, It mostly disregarded this, partly out of pride and also with regard to past experience when luring prey in. The young of other species just weren't very bright, the clown knew, just as lambs weren't supposed to lie with lions, but they would always attempt it anyway.
Viola bit her lip in thought, drawing Its attention back to her face. "Um... Blue would be nice."
The clown deflated a bit at that. In fact, Its flouncy, fiery red hair actually appeared to visibly wilt like the petals of a dried-out poppy, Its comically-painted mouth curving downward and blue eyes taking on an even more pitiful sheen. Darn, had It really been gearing Itself up for red! Red like roses, red like the mumps, red like arms bitten clean off and left as gory stumps! Blue was... calm. Pleasant. In short, blue just didn't have that same instinctual, viscerally fearful zing to it, but that just meant It would have to be creative— something It was, unsurprisingly, good at.
"Sure, sure," said the clown, Its brain already churning with a myriad of discordantly-arranged plans. It was tough, not being able to just sniff these kinds of things out, but the entity refused to be put out by simply having to work harder for a meal; after all, that is what distinguished IT, the greatest of cosmic entities, from lazy idiot-beings like Maturin. "Blue it is. A bit of blue for the bluebell, coming right up!"
As It spoke, one of Its massive gloved hands reached out, burbles of warm Omnilium beginning to flicker and take shape within Its palm. Every part of It recoiled at the idea of willingly sharing this new preciously-sweet substance, the creature's eyes simmering with swirling yellow seemingly of their own accord. Yet, It resolved to grin and bear it. For now, at least, sacrifices in the name of further gain weren't too gut-wrenching.
While It waited and observed the colorful shifting of the Omnilium with great interest (great interest being almost overcome by the urge to open Its mouth wide and consume the orb whole again), one of Its eyes drifted over toward the two figures in white carapaces once more. They hadn't moved to advance or retreat in the past two minutes or so, only conversing quietly amongst themselves. The creature wasn't of a mind to address them, either, not when they had so rudely ignored Its offer of a balloon. This decision wasn't at all influenced by the obvious weapons attached to their suits or Its current grievously weakened state. Nope, no sirree!
Returning to the task quite literally at hand, a thin, winding thread of white string gradually appeared from the centre of Its palm, drifting up into the air like a length of spider-silk caught in a breeze. A rainbow shiver of Omnilium prompted the blue elastic of the balloon to floomph outward in midair, the thin skin magically rounding out before their eyes until it was filled completely with air.
The long fingers of Its hand grasped the string, plucking the balloon from midair. A satisfied purr clicked oddly inside Its throat as It examined Its work, but at the same time, the interdimensional entity was reminded of the hunger gnawing at Its stomach. Pupils wrenching about like dumb goldfish eyes, it took the clown a hilarious amount of time until It could finally focus solely on Viola, both eyes fixed in her direction instead of the rest of the Nexus.
It spoke, but Its voice had... changed, somehow, at least in a way that was apparent to Viola. No longer did it fluctuate between octaves, curling around soft vowels before launching through the phonetic atmosphere into growly glottal throat-sounds. Instead, Its voice was oddly solemn, almost serene. Like a child admitting to leaving a puppy to burn inside a house on fire, calm and sure of themselves because at least they hadn't done something even worse, like broken a window to save the poor creature from a slow, excruciating demise.
"Here," It said, the balloon held aloft between them. "Take it."
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