THE VEGETABLE LAMB OF TARTARY (18-19 January) - cw. Body horror, scars, torture, Flesh things, dead animals
It's funny how things always turn out to be just a little more horrible than the worst that Jaeger can think of. He expects to be prepared, and then something happens and he realizes he's really not. Not the way he wishes he was. Fleshy things that shouldn't be fleshy is bad enough, but stepping into the warehouse and the reek of dead things and butchery is a more than subtle hint that it's going to be bad.
He wasn't expecting growing things, moist and crying on their vines. It's not the worst thing he's ever seen, but it's more than bad enough to make his morning coffee seem like a very bad idea. The bitter taste of acid comes back on him, and for a few moments all he can do is look around in quiet horror. Is that a bloodstained dog collar on the ground in the mess? Probably, but it's not nearly as disturbing as the scraps of actual clothing, the ball-jointed bone that could be a human femur and the sour, rotting stench of old blood and meat.
Still, he steels himself. It's a monstrosity and he knows how to deal with those. In heavy boots, jacket, and gloves, armed with both pistol and hunting knife, (and magic that he can't use, of course), he thinks he's fairly prepared to deal with things with teeth, but as it turns out...maybe not.
Because those vicious little teeth cut right through the thick material covering his hands, slicing into pale flesh underneath. Cutting one off the vine to see if it dies is a logical test, but it leaves him with a problem. A wet, whispering problem that blesses him with stinging, burning pain in his hands like the kiss of a scalpel cut.
For a moment, he just stands there, dazed and uncertain as to what exactly he was doing. The pulsing thing looks small, almost fragile in his big hands, and he shifts his grip, looking at it with clear distress.
Jaeger looks around, eyes wide and stunned, before ducking his head. Trying to curl around the phone case and at the same time making himself smaller, as if that were really an option at his size.
And maybe at the same time to hide the slow tears that well at the corners of his eyes.
Andrew Jaeger | OTA
It's funny how things always turn out to be just a little more horrible than the worst that Jaeger can think of. He expects to be prepared, and then something happens and he realizes he's really not. Not the way he wishes he was. Fleshy things that shouldn't be fleshy is bad enough, but stepping into the warehouse and the reek of dead things and butchery is a more than subtle hint that it's going to be bad.
He wasn't expecting growing things, moist and crying on their vines. It's not the worst thing he's ever seen, but it's more than bad enough to make his morning coffee seem like a very bad idea. The bitter taste of acid comes back on him, and for a few moments all he can do is look around in quiet horror. Is that a bloodstained dog collar on the ground in the mess? Probably, but it's not nearly as disturbing as the scraps of actual clothing, the ball-jointed bone that could be a human femur and the sour, rotting stench of old blood and meat.
Still, he steels himself. It's a monstrosity and he knows how to deal with those. In heavy boots, jacket, and gloves, armed with both pistol and hunting knife, (and magic that he can't use, of course), he thinks he's fairly prepared to deal with things with teeth, but as it turns out...maybe not.
Because those vicious little teeth cut right through the thick material covering his hands, slicing into pale flesh underneath. Cutting one off the vine to see if it dies is a logical test, but it leaves him with a problem. A wet, whispering problem that blesses him with stinging, burning pain in his hands like the kiss of a scalpel cut.
For a moment, he just stands there, dazed and uncertain as to what exactly he was doing. The pulsing thing looks small, almost fragile in his big hands, and he shifts his grip, looking at it with clear distress.
Jaeger looks around, eyes wide and stunned, before ducking his head. Trying to curl around the phone case and at the same time making himself smaller, as if that were really an option at his size.
And maybe at the same time to hide the slow tears that well at the corners of his eyes.