06-22-2017, 04:48 AM
They headed deeper into the jungle, the God and the Vampire. Now the trees were thick around them, the air was muggy and damp, and Hendy was continually having to slap flies away from the gaping wounds on his chest. Probably trying to lay eggs in him, the little fuckers. He hated the jungle. Absolutely hated it.
The Ravnos was a creature of cities and steel, not trees and swamps. The closest he'd ever been to this kind of environment were those carnival sideshows in his youth, detailing the horrors of "Darkest Congo". Bit racist, but those were the times for you. He half expected a tribe of cannibals to burst from the underbrush clicking their tongues and skewer him for their dinner.
At least he had Enel with him. Trying to keep an eye on the God was taking up most of his focus, the ostentatiously clad man likely just as annoyed at the thick, muggy environs. Godddamnit, it was hot. Hendy pulled at the damp cloth of his jumpsuit and grimaced. This charade was getting tiresome, and he wasn't sure how much longer they could keep it up.
Not to mention, they'd had barely any opposition. They'd strong-armed the bug man for his scag, and then beaten on a barely alive Norse god. How would they fare against a fully fresh opponent? The Ravnos put his hand in his pocket around the charm again, the necklace thrumming with the energies of the Beast. That was how. He also had another trick or two up his sleeves, and he was sure his godly patron had some as well.
"My lord?" He called up into the treescape. "How much farther, do you think?" The reply came from somewhere behind him, and the handyman turned around to see Enel leaning against a tree trunk, picking his teeth with a thorn. "Not much further, Hendy. Are you so tired already?"
Vic grimaced. "Nah. Just sick of this fuckin' heat."
The Ravnos was a creature of cities and steel, not trees and swamps. The closest he'd ever been to this kind of environment were those carnival sideshows in his youth, detailing the horrors of "Darkest Congo". Bit racist, but those were the times for you. He half expected a tribe of cannibals to burst from the underbrush clicking their tongues and skewer him for their dinner.
At least he had Enel with him. Trying to keep an eye on the God was taking up most of his focus, the ostentatiously clad man likely just as annoyed at the thick, muggy environs. Godddamnit, it was hot. Hendy pulled at the damp cloth of his jumpsuit and grimaced. This charade was getting tiresome, and he wasn't sure how much longer they could keep it up.
Not to mention, they'd had barely any opposition. They'd strong-armed the bug man for his scag, and then beaten on a barely alive Norse god. How would they fare against a fully fresh opponent? The Ravnos put his hand in his pocket around the charm again, the necklace thrumming with the energies of the Beast. That was how. He also had another trick or two up his sleeves, and he was sure his godly patron had some as well.
"My lord?" He called up into the treescape. "How much farther, do you think?" The reply came from somewhere behind him, and the handyman turned around to see Enel leaning against a tree trunk, picking his teeth with a thorn. "Not much further, Hendy. Are you so tired already?"
Vic grimaced. "Nah. Just sick of this fuckin' heat."
Quote:Enel and Hendy moving from B1 to B9
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”