Fortunately for Luka, Seven's re-arrival is about as subtle as a bundle of fireworks going off.
There's a wet, splattering 'thud' as their body manifests into the world behind Luka. Seven's body tumbles out of midair, the portal that had delivered them here closing only moments afterward. But they don't land on all of their limbs, instead they hit the ground like they've never stood before. Wet and thrashing, with blobs of the black goop that had been pouring off of them splattering in every direction. The air fills with the scent of oil and phosphorous, with an undercurrent of rendered chicken fat.
It doesn't sound like they're getting ready to attack.
But that might not be the most pressing thing on Luka's mind, because he'll feel the hair on his arms and neck rising up as a gentle crackle of static electricity fills the air around him. It's like the air itself is electric. And with the monster only being a few feet away from Luka, he might be a little too close for comfort.
So uh: What now, Luka? Seven's here. In a pile. On the ground. Gurgling.
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There's a wet, splattering 'thud' as their body manifests into the world behind Luka. Seven's body tumbles out of midair, the portal that had delivered them here closing only moments afterward. But they don't land on all of their limbs, instead they hit the ground like they've never stood before. Wet and thrashing, with blobs of the black goop that had been pouring off of them splattering in every direction. The air fills with the scent of oil and phosphorous, with an undercurrent of rendered chicken fat.
It doesn't sound like they're getting ready to attack.
But that might not be the most pressing thing on Luka's mind, because he'll feel the hair on his arms and neck rising up as a gentle crackle of static electricity fills the air around him. It's like the air itself is electric. And with the monster only being a few feet away from Luka, he might be a little too close for comfort.
So uh: What now, Luka? Seven's here. In a pile. On the ground. Gurgling.