#ic. response

"ya know, just cause i can make them again doesn't mean I exactly appreciate seeing the lil guys gettin' kicked around." grotesque creatures of diminutive stature and minimal intellect born of his power and mind alike, it was only reasonable they share the same attitude of backtalk and namecalling as he. always so quick to be cold and rude when brought back after the shadows take them and spit them out whole again. it makes certain work troubling when your help would rather pick their nose than listen to the orders echoing darkness. "let me guess, they started rummaging through your stuff, huh? them's the breaks when camping alone."

"does it like...hurt when you...ya know?" jackie gestures weirdly to the other man, attempting to communicate what a transformation from man to beast might look like. he genuinely had no clue for the darkness was more like a living shroud when it embraced his human form, settling like a second skin more than anything else, sensation just the same. he thought all that fur would have to be a pain to deal with.

so color the man covered in death, from his own to delivering it to so many, surprised when the very force he'd begun to believe was the one always rejecting his notice of demise echoes a snarl in his ear of how long it's been since it last saw the reaper. "don't tell me there's more wackos with fucked up blood near me again. i'd like to keep this suit clean."