03-06-2017, 05:57 AM
“Well...” Somerled’s voice muttered, his other half stealing it for just a moment as the chill of winter suddenly took hold in the room.
Yup. A small sigh escaped the storm spirit, a silent sign of his agreement as he lifted his gaze from the limb he was healing, bringing his full attention to the festivities before him. By now, this sort of thing really didn’t surprise him, what with everyone’s tendency to get all up in arms over nothing important. Though while it was apparently a common occurrence here, that didn’t make it any less annoying. Everyone in this god’s forsaken world just needed to cool their shit and be civil, like normal fucking people. He had half a mind to call down some lightning and force everyone to behave. Unfortunately, being as trapped inside a building as he was, that wasn’t really all that possible. Nor were most of his other tricks, now that he thought about it. If push came to shove, he’d probably just have to use seat as a rather unwieldy bludgeon. Or quietly exit the room. Either worked.
A new voice spoke up as winter faded from the lab, and the monster’s gaze flicked over to the dusty human, who was apparently as sick of this shit as he was. Though it was hard to tell whether the man was trying to defuse the situation or make this already high-energy crowd even more volatile with his sarcastic speech. Then again, around temperamental beings such as that half-metal half-muscle abomination, even the frosty robot’s venomous tirade had some chance in successfully burning away the fog of his anger. There was really no way to tell until someone got punched.
Somerled lifted his right hand up to the wall behind his seat, giving it a few quick knocks to check for pain, and patiently watching the doctor. Other than the typical jitter that came with rapping on something, he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary. It probably hadn’t been completely fixed, but at least it was good to go. Now the only thing left was to wait for everyone to, hopefully, calm their collective shit and give Regal some space.
Yup. A small sigh escaped the storm spirit, a silent sign of his agreement as he lifted his gaze from the limb he was healing, bringing his full attention to the festivities before him. By now, this sort of thing really didn’t surprise him, what with everyone’s tendency to get all up in arms over nothing important. Though while it was apparently a common occurrence here, that didn’t make it any less annoying. Everyone in this god’s forsaken world just needed to cool their shit and be civil, like normal fucking people. He had half a mind to call down some lightning and force everyone to behave. Unfortunately, being as trapped inside a building as he was, that wasn’t really all that possible. Nor were most of his other tricks, now that he thought about it. If push came to shove, he’d probably just have to use seat as a rather unwieldy bludgeon. Or quietly exit the room. Either worked.
A new voice spoke up as winter faded from the lab, and the monster’s gaze flicked over to the dusty human, who was apparently as sick of this shit as he was. Though it was hard to tell whether the man was trying to defuse the situation or make this already high-energy crowd even more volatile with his sarcastic speech. Then again, around temperamental beings such as that half-metal half-muscle abomination, even the frosty robot’s venomous tirade had some chance in successfully burning away the fog of his anger. There was really no way to tell until someone got punched.
Somerled lifted his right hand up to the wall behind his seat, giving it a few quick knocks to check for pain, and patiently watching the doctor. Other than the typical jitter that came with rapping on something, he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary. It probably hadn’t been completely fixed, but at least it was good to go. Now the only thing left was to wait for everyone to, hopefully, calm their collective shit and give Regal some space.
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