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“Rr...” Pascal found that his arms could not quite reach a particular spot on his back, no matter what way he contorted his body. If he weren’t careful, a limb may snap off, but the torturous sensation upon his skin proved unbearable.
“(Oh, I do hope it /isn’t/ a flea...)”
Pascal quickly hopped over to Cyano’s side, but not before eavesdropping on the concerns of the captive group. Well...at least he wasn’t considered a captive, as well, he thought. But he was equally wary of the control either group had, and he wasn’t - #sl19groupa
planning on being at the mercy of either’s competence, or lack thereof.
Pondering his next course of action, he idly traced a finger in the air, yet no door would open...it seemed as though he had no choice but to keep studying either party.
“As you
“I was employed by Ves himself to take care of such an issue! And...I always collect payment, for my work.” Yes, this most certainly wasn’t going his way. “...Which, is why I mustn’t be rerouted /away/ from my job!”
Oh, the other one spoke. Pascal briefly glanced
towards Uso, tail twitching nervously. “What the devil does that have to do with me, my boy?”
#SL19GroupA
No matter, Pascal wouldn’t fret over small things, like dirt or hypocrisy.
“This is, indeed, the group tasked with alleviating Mister Ves’s god-related issues, correct?”
#SL19GroupA
Hrm. Pascal wasn’t exactly fond of being directed in such a /boring/ manner, put among humans or human-adjacent creatures and yet u sure of his new task.
Cyano and his merry band of bumbling buffoons were unlikely to remedy this, he concluded.
#SL19GroupA
Just fifty? Well, by that point Pascal had tuned out whatever personal speculations the group voiced, eyeing what looked like a group of humans ahead.
“What have we, here?” He questioned. “Shall they accompany us, as well?”
#SL19GroupA
“My, my. You must be such /seasoned/ wingmen, are you not?” Pascal giggled. “This Sting Hornet must be quite a catch, if he is indeed worth such passionate pursuits!”
He peered up towards Cyano. “High stakes? Bloody, even?” Just what WAS he being tasked with?
#SLStormfront
The imp tilted his head. Pockets? Hornet? /Lovesick?/ Ooh! How very interesting. His eyes grew wide, gaze suddenly fixed upon the exhausted speaker, now pressured to speak further whether he wanted to, or not.
“Lovesick, you say?”
#SLStormfront
Breath? Ah, that’s right. These gentlemen breathed. And if one could breathe, one could also asphyxiate.
He’d keep that in mind.
“The sights you must see surely keep the home-sickness at bay. How lovely it is, to travel the lands at your leisure, hm?”
#SLStormfront
Pascal’s mind hung loosely between each word his new associates would utter. This was, indeed a strange place to him, and perhaps they could provide useful insights on the way to...
Wherever.
He snapped his neck toward the one
bandit, amused by the sentiment. “Home? Heehee...” The imp would not answer, in turn asking a question of his own. “It would be just as familiar to you, now wouldn’t it, my friend?”
#SLStormfront
Pascal compliantly followed the leader, stopping ever-so-often to eye something he found fascinating on the road, or something he otherwise did not recognize (which, would be quite a bit.)
Once the smoke began to reach him, his attention snapped to the source.
“My, what a...dry-looking place.” He remarked, glancing around for a confirmation or denial.
#SLStormfront
Pascal relaxed his posture. A simple enough exchange, though bargaining was in his demonic nature.
“Pascal, my friend.” He chirped, recollecting his usual cheerful disposition, briefly glancing up at Cyano.
#SLStormfront
Hmph! Death threats. The imp generally believed he knew when to give up, and certain scoundrels couldn’t be reasoned with. Death threats, really...who exactly did they think they were speaking to?
“Ah, much clearer! In turn, I have an offer for /you/, shall I be
so bold.”
Pascal cleared his throat. “I will be happy to assist you in any god-related problem you may be facing, and return, payment for my powers and services...” His coiled twitched around the glass jar.