Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
DAMIAN
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]
LOCATION:
Mysterious Black Site, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Damian, August, Julian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko
THICKER THAN WATER
Damian shook his head in response to Sabrina's question. "No, that would have been a waste. There's still a lot more I can learn from that one." He still wanted to see more of the Chessmaster's flashy movements and learn the tricks behind her performance. That information would be forever lost to him if she died.
With a smirk still on his face, he wiggled one of his tentacles for the Stingray to see, displaying the limb currently dressed in the king piece's royal garb. "But we did take out her servants." Without her army, the woman in white likely wouldn't be returning for an encore. There was no real need to kill her if she was no longer a threat. It'd just be wasteful, and he hated to lose an opportunity at gaining more knowledge. The warping corridor made him feel the same way.
Rather than feel fear, worry, or confusion, he only felt delight when the walls melted and took on entirely new shapes. He wanted to know who was behind it and how they were able to do such a thing. He also wanted to uncover the secrets hidden in the depths of the warehouse, everything that had to do with Raphael and the truth behind the man's mysterious captors. Even letting the obvious trap go unsprung seemed like such a waste. He needed to know about everything. It was an itch that couldn't be scratched if he and the other two Serpents stayed put.
A single tentacle split off from his body and fell to the floor. It immediately began slithering ahead like a massive snake, taking the lead and going further down the hallway. It was his loyal scout, aiding in his desire to explore every nook and cranny of the area.
With his hand already in Kinsley's, he tightened his grip and walked forward. As he began his leisurely stroll, he turned to Sabrina, leaning back to get a better look at the leather-clad smoker. "And what about you? How did it go with your battle? The masked man, was it? Learn anything particularly interesting from him or the others back there?"
Unfortunately, he was only one man and was unable to observe most of what happened during the series of fights. He hoped to gain a few scraps of data from the musician, using the downtime to ask some questions. With his man-sized appendage leading the charge, he could give the conversation and his surroundings equal attention.
With a smirk still on his face, he wiggled one of his tentacles for the Stingray to see, displaying the limb currently dressed in the king piece's royal garb. "But we did take out her servants." Without her army, the woman in white likely wouldn't be returning for an encore. There was no real need to kill her if she was no longer a threat. It'd just be wasteful, and he hated to lose an opportunity at gaining more knowledge. The warping corridor made him feel the same way.
Rather than feel fear, worry, or confusion, he only felt delight when the walls melted and took on entirely new shapes. He wanted to know who was behind it and how they were able to do such a thing. He also wanted to uncover the secrets hidden in the depths of the warehouse, everything that had to do with Raphael and the truth behind the man's mysterious captors. Even letting the obvious trap go unsprung seemed like such a waste. He needed to know about everything. It was an itch that couldn't be scratched if he and the other two Serpents stayed put.
A single tentacle split off from his body and fell to the floor. It immediately began slithering ahead like a massive snake, taking the lead and going further down the hallway. It was his loyal scout, aiding in his desire to explore every nook and cranny of the area.
With his hand already in Kinsley's, he tightened his grip and walked forward. As he began his leisurely stroll, he turned to Sabrina, leaning back to get a better look at the leather-clad smoker. "And what about you? How did it go with your battle? The masked man, was it? Learn anything particularly interesting from him or the others back there?"
Unfortunately, he was only one man and was unable to observe most of what happened during the series of fights. He hoped to gain a few scraps of data from the musician, using the downtime to ask some questions. With his man-sized appendage leading the charge, he could give the conversation and his surroundings equal attention.