The howl pierces through his being and it makes him scatter. His brain crashes and skampers into a million other particles and gets compressed again when he sees the hand fly out to curl around Hamuko; the other planting itself to the ground that sent tremours on the surface. His knees shake a little as he backs up and ends up falling on his ass when he sees the sharp maw move-
He heaves deep breaths when he catches sight of red itself but not from him.
Death.
That's a personification of death- hovering before him. Holding those coffins like its very own wings.
"Holy shit," he can't help but curse as he tries to catch his bearings by trying to pick up his fallen clipboard, his shaking hands giving him away before he gets on his knees then pushes himself up.
A moment passes as Maruki rests a hand on his knee- carefully adjusting his glasses that fell to his mouth in a tilted askew fashion.
"Sorry I-Hah..." he blinks at Hamuko's nod and gulps. "I imagined this would be...something akin to putting your hand in a cage full of snakes but- its something else entirely."
He brings one index forward, silently grateful that Azathoth came with regenerative abilities to make for the mess if he- loses a limb again. It would be messy but-
His finger barely flicks the flat surface of one of those coffins. "Oh- oh my god that's real." He traces that edge of the coffin with its silver latches. "Are there..." the pit in his stomach is replaced by something else. Almost like curiosity. Too dazed. "Do those coffins carry bodies in them?"
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Azathoth doesn't screech anymore.
The howl pierces through his being and it makes him scatter. His brain crashes and skampers into a million other particles and gets compressed again when he sees the hand fly out to curl around Hamuko; the other planting itself to the ground that sent tremours on the surface. His knees shake a little as he backs up and ends up falling on his ass when he sees the sharp maw move-
He heaves deep breaths when he catches sight of red itself but not from him.
Death.
That's a personification of death- hovering before him. Holding those coffins like its very own wings.
"Holy shit," he can't help but curse as he tries to catch his bearings by trying to pick up his fallen clipboard, his shaking hands giving him away before he gets on his knees then pushes himself up.
A moment passes as Maruki rests a hand on his knee- carefully adjusting his glasses that fell to his mouth in a tilted askew fashion.
"Sorry I-Hah..." he blinks at Hamuko's nod and gulps. "I imagined this would be...something akin to putting your hand in a cage full of snakes but- its something else entirely."
He brings one index forward, silently grateful that Azathoth came with regenerative abilities to make for the mess if he- loses a limb again. It would be messy but-
His finger barely flicks the flat surface of one of those coffins. "Oh- oh my god that's real." He traces that edge of the coffin with its silver latches. "Are there..." the pit in his stomach is replaced by something else. Almost like curiosity. Too dazed. "Do those coffins carry bodies in them?"