"Tch." Garrot just moves into a quiet snarl while one arm moves to separate Zafika from the table. They said it was okay, so one fist pulls up, knuckles aimed right towards the table, and as he lets out a yell two fists come down. He didn't move the other one, it's still acting like a barrier. Garrot just cloned himself and stacked his punches. The barrier arm moves up to put itself between the table and Zafika's eyes in sync with the splintering crack causing a third of the table to just... dangle awkwardly over the ground.
"What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" Garrot Prime is yelling, almost volcanic. The clone takes a moment to do a double take at the now-mangled table, clearly in shock, before getting with the program and just glaring. He did ask if it was okay first.
"Do you have any idea what'll happen if the others find out you came into my home for dinner and attacked me, tried to fucking kill me?!" Garrot Prime's arms are gesturing into the air, while the clone's are crossed at his chest. It obviously wouldn't be good for Zafika, considering he'd used public perceptions to coerce them into cooperating the day before.
"Since this is gonna be our little secret, I'm telling you how that felt." Garrot scoffs, because this goddamned assassin. "You probably know that when a Basilisk petrifies someone, their mind and body are basically frozen in time." He nods with a condescending sneer; of course the doctor knows this. "But when you petrified me, I mean, him," Garrot gestures to his clone. His clone waves calmly.
"It felt like my heart stopped beating, like my blood stopped flowing. Like my joints locked up and my muscles calcified. Like every single nerve ending was on fire and my lungs were filled with water. But then it was fine." The pair rolls their eyes, and Garrot Prime extends a finger that he begins moving back and forth like a switch. "It switched back and forth and back and forth until the clone was gone."
"It was terrible, and I want to break your neck right now!" The clone is eager, grinning ear-to-ear as it says that with more than a little bloodlust. Garrot Prime just exhales through his nose, and the clone disappears in a small puff of golden-bronze glitter. He doesn't seem bothered by what he just heard, and that's because-
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"What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" Garrot Prime is yelling, almost volcanic. The clone takes a moment to do a double take at the now-mangled table, clearly in shock, before getting with the program and just glaring. He did ask if it was okay first.
"Do you have any idea what'll happen if the others find out you came into my home for dinner and attacked me, tried to fucking kill me?!" Garrot Prime's arms are gesturing into the air, while the clone's are crossed at his chest. It obviously wouldn't be good for Zafika, considering he'd used public perceptions to coerce them into cooperating the day before.
"Since this is gonna be our little secret, I'm telling you how that felt." Garrot scoffs, because this goddamned assassin. "You probably know that when a Basilisk petrifies someone, their mind and body are basically frozen in time." He nods with a condescending sneer; of course the doctor knows this. "But when you petrified me, I mean, him," Garrot gestures to his clone. His clone waves calmly.
"It felt like my heart stopped beating, like my blood stopped flowing. Like my joints locked up and my muscles calcified. Like every single nerve ending was on fire and my lungs were filled with water. But then it was fine." The pair rolls their eyes, and Garrot Prime extends a finger that he begins moving back and forth like a switch. "It switched back and forth and back and forth until the clone was gone."
"It was terrible, and I want to break your neck right now!" The clone is eager, grinning ear-to-ear as it says that with more than a little bloodlust. Garrot Prime just exhales through his nose, and the clone disappears in a small puff of golden-bronze glitter. He doesn't seem bothered by what he just heard, and that's because-