Carnage

He's silent for a moment, fighting back a wave of nausea. There's the thought he belongs down here. That he was locked away. Always a monster. He covers his head with his hands. Does he still have those? He doesn't want to know.

Kari fell silent for a long moment, not moving, not speaking, just — watching. “We could get to the water.” She mumbled finally. “Or I.. I could try to find some kind of bucket. Get water for you while you wait here.” Not like that was a good idea, considering what had just happened.. but she threw it out there anyways.

"Okay." He sighs softly. He lays there, still as a statue. His eyes fall on the ground, a soft whining noise crawling out of his throat. For a few moments he's there, just still, not making a single noise. "I don't... I don't know if I even want to move. I just... I'm sorry. Don't go."

Kari blinked slowly, gaze turning sympathetic soon enough. She didn’t move close yet however, not exactly wishing to get any of the crimson staining her clothing. Or her hands, for that matter. She hesitated, going to speak again.

"I know." It wasn't exactly what he meant. What did it mean if he could do this when he was 'normal'? A soft whine escapes him as he struggles to his feet.

Kari squinted a bit, looking towards the door ahead. “I think there’s some in the next room. One of those flooded rooms.” Which, speaking of water.. she would likely be better off trying to clean the fresh wound she’d obtained from the knife. The idea of the salt water making contact with it made her grimace.

He nods meekly, going ahead of her. "We can go, I guess." Every step feels shuddery, like he'll fall if he miscalculates. "How deep is it? I don't think I'm light enough to swim." Maybe he's thinking of his monstrous proportions, sure, but it's not exactly normal for a machine to swim either.

Kari went to follow right after him, one hand held to her arm in an attempt to assist in stopping the bleeding. It wasn’t a deep cut luckily.. just enough to cause a clean line. Nothing terrible.

"I guess, yeah." He kneels down next to the water, debating splashing it all over face. He does his best not to meet his own reflection in the water. Stupidly, he dips his head in, nearly loses balance, and flails back to dry land.

Kari had yet to approach him, just waiting for him to finish up before trying to bother with cleaning her own injury. Or.. ugh. Maybe she’d be better off asking Sebastian if he had a medkit. She looked to her hand briefly. At the very least.. she’d have to wash the blood off her claws from where she had struck out at the expendable.

A tiny huff escapes him and he sits next to the water, shivering a little. It was terribly cold, especially in comparison to the site around them. He mumbles incoherent complaints at that.

Kari peered down to the water, pressing her lips into a thin line. Hopefully there would be another way, considering.. well, everything with their whole situation. At one point, traversing the water would’ve been easy - but like this? Wings like hers weren’t exactly meant to go swimming in the water with.

He's silent for a moment, fighting back a wave of nausea. There's the thought he belongs down here. That he was locked away. Always a monster. He covers his head with his hands. Does he still have those? He doesn't want to know.

Kari fell silent for a long moment, not moving, not speaking, just — watching. “We could get to the water.” She mumbled finally. “Or I.. I could try to find some kind of bucket. Get water for you while you wait here.” Not like that was a good idea, considering what had just happened.. but she threw it out there anyways.

"Okay." He sighs softly. He lays there, still as a statue. His eyes fall on the ground, a soft whining noise crawling out of his throat. For a few moments he's there, just still, not making a single noise. "I don't... I don't know if I even want to move. I just... I'm sorry. Don't go."

Kari blinked slowly, gaze turning sympathetic soon enough. She didn’t move close yet however, not exactly wishing to get any of the crimson staining her clothing. Or her hands, for that matter. She hesitated, going to speak again.

"I know." It wasn't exactly what he meant. What did it mean if he could do this when he was 'normal'? A soft whine escapes him as he struggles to his feet.

Kari squinted a bit, looking towards the door ahead. “I think there’s some in the next room. One of those flooded rooms.” Which, speaking of water.. she would likely be better off trying to clean the fresh wound she’d obtained from the knife. The idea of the salt water making contact with it made her grimace.

He nods meekly, going ahead of her. "We can go, I guess." Every step feels shuddery, like he'll fall if he miscalculates. "How deep is it? I don't think I'm light enough to swim." Maybe he's thinking of his monstrous proportions, sure, but it's not exactly normal for a machine to swim either.

Kari went to follow right after him, one hand held to her arm in an attempt to assist in stopping the bleeding. It wasn’t a deep cut luckily.. just enough to cause a clean line. Nothing terrible.

"I guess, yeah." He kneels down next to the water, debating splashing it all over face. He does his best not to meet his own reflection in the water. Stupidly, he dips his head in, nearly loses balance, and flails back to dry land.

Kari had yet to approach him, just waiting for him to finish up before trying to bother with cleaning her own injury. Or.. ugh. Maybe she’d be better off asking Sebastian if he had a medkit. She looked to her hand briefly. At the very least.. she’d have to wash the blood off her claws from where she had struck out at the expendable.

He's silent for a moment, fighting back a wave of nausea. There's the thought he belongs down here. That he was locked away. Always a monster. He covers his head with his hands. Does he still have those? He doesn't want to know.

Kari fell silent for a long moment, not moving, not speaking, just — watching. “We could get to the water.” She mumbled finally. “Or I.. I could try to find some kind of bucket. Get water for you while you wait here.” Not like that was a good idea, considering what had just happened.. but she threw it out there anyways.

"Okay." He sighs softly. He lays there, still as a statue. His eyes fall on the ground, a soft whining noise crawling out of his throat. For a few moments he's there, just still, not making a single noise. "I don't... I don't know if I even want to move. I just... I'm sorry. Don't go."

Kari blinked slowly, gaze turning sympathetic soon enough. She didn’t move close yet however, not exactly wishing to get any of the crimson staining her clothing. Or her hands, for that matter. She hesitated, going to speak again.

"I know." It wasn't exactly what he meant. What did it mean if he could do this when he was 'normal'? A soft whine escapes him as he struggles to his feet.

Kari squinted a bit, looking towards the door ahead. “I think there’s some in the next room. One of those flooded rooms.” Which, speaking of water.. she would likely be better off trying to clean the fresh wound she’d obtained from the knife. The idea of the salt water making contact with it made her grimace.

He nods meekly, going ahead of her. "We can go, I guess." Every step feels shuddery, like he'll fall if he miscalculates. "How deep is it? I don't think I'm light enough to swim." Maybe he's thinking of his monstrous proportions, sure, but it's not exactly normal for a machine to swim either.

Kari went to follow right after him, one hand held to her arm in an attempt to assist in stopping the bleeding. It wasn’t a deep cut luckily.. just enough to cause a clean line. Nothing terrible.

He's silent for a moment, fighting back a wave of nausea. There's the thought he belongs down here. That he was locked away. Always a monster. He covers his head with his hands. Does he still have those? He doesn't want to know.

Kari fell silent for a long moment, not moving, not speaking, just — watching. “We could get to the water.” She mumbled finally. “Or I.. I could try to find some kind of bucket. Get water for you while you wait here.” Not like that was a good idea, considering what had just happened.. but she threw it out there anyways.

"Okay." He sighs softly. He lays there, still as a statue. His eyes fall on the ground, a soft whining noise crawling out of his throat. For a few moments he's there, just still, not making a single noise. "I don't... I don't know if I even want to move. I just... I'm sorry. Don't go."

Kari blinked slowly, gaze turning sympathetic soon enough. She didn’t move close yet however, not exactly wishing to get any of the crimson staining her clothing. Or her hands, for that matter. She hesitated, going to speak again.

"I know." It wasn't exactly what he meant. What did it mean if he could do this when he was 'normal'? A soft whine escapes him as he struggles to his feet.

Kari squinted a bit, looking towards the door ahead. “I think there’s some in the next room. One of those flooded rooms.” Which, speaking of water.. she would likely be better off trying to clean the fresh wound she’d obtained from the knife. The idea of the salt water making contact with it made her grimace.

He's silent for a moment, fighting back a wave of nausea. There's the thought he belongs down here. That he was locked away. Always a monster. He covers his head with his hands. Does he still have those? He doesn't want to know.

Kari fell silent for a long moment, not moving, not speaking, just — watching. “We could get to the water.” She mumbled finally. “Or I.. I could try to find some kind of bucket. Get water for you while you wait here.” Not like that was a good idea, considering what had just happened.. but she threw it out there anyways.

"Okay." He sighs softly. He lays there, still as a statue. His eyes fall on the ground, a soft whining noise crawling out of his throat. For a few moments he's there, just still, not making a single noise. "I don't... I don't know if I even want to move. I just... I'm sorry. Don't go."

Kari blinked slowly, gaze turning sympathetic soon enough. She didn’t move close yet however, not exactly wishing to get any of the crimson staining her clothing. Or her hands, for that matter. She hesitated, going to speak again.

He's silent for a moment, fighting back a wave of nausea. There's the thought he belongs down here. That he was locked away. Always a monster. He covers his head with his hands. Does he still have those? He doesn't want to know.

Kari fell silent for a long moment, not moving, not speaking, just — watching. “We could get to the water.” She mumbled finally. “Or I.. I could try to find some kind of bucket. Get water for you while you wait here.” Not like that was a good idea, considering what had just happened.. but she threw it out there anyways.

"But Eyeballs is out there..." He's quiet with that last bit, curling close to one of the room's corners. She was probably resilient, sure, but he didn't want to risk it. It just seemed awful. "They should have some kind of towel around here somewhere..."

Eyeballs. Right. Eyefestation. Kari grimaced a little, about to try and provide reassurance that the bull shark would be okay, but decided against it. There was a risk, after all. “I can look, if you want? I’ll go to the next room. See if there’s one shoved into one of the smaller lockers or something.”

He hesitates at the thought and sighs. "Alright, alright. Just be careful. Or scream if you need me. I'll probably hear you. Bug ears and all." He points, perking one ear up and down. "Really. Do not die right now. That'd suck so bad."

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll scream if I need any help.” Though hopefully, that wouldn’t be needed. If she was lucky, the worst she’d deal with would be a wall dweller trying to creep up on her.

"Alright." He says, hoping that's enough. Hoping that mentioning it didn't just jinx everything. With a sigh, he flops onto the ground, laying on his side awkwardly. He's not sure what to do, really. Especially as she leaves, he's kind of a lump. Not like he can touch anything without contaminating it.

Kari began with sifting through the lockers she could find, just trying to find some sort of towel. Or anything else that would work for cleaning up pAInter’s blood for that matter. Though, she paused in her movements when hearing footsteps. She lifted her head, half expecting for it to be a wall dweller. Just one look, and it would go away. However, when she turned.. she saw nothing.

pAInter lays still, debating heading inside the vent for a moment. Right. Acidic blood. Not worth accidentally hitting Sebastian with it. Even if he understands and all, it's still a risk. Not like either of them could come back from the dead. Even if Sebastian could, he wouldn't forgive himself for doing that.

Kari could just barely hear the sound of a voice speaking, the expendable above her saying something. But, in her panic, the words fell on deaf ears. Hell, how had they even managed to find a knife? A curse was hissed out, an attempt of a thrash being made.

Quietly, pAInter keeps going. Each step is calculated, hitting the right parts of the floor slowly to not create noise. He pauses, straining his ears every so often. The first time, he hears nothing, and keeps on. The next time, he overhears some of the words, debating dropping his stealth for a moment.

Kari’s breaths came out quick and ragged, pushing herself upright somewhat as she kept her eyes locked onto the expendable. They had one hand clutched over their eye, evidently where she had managed to land her own hit.

He steps through fully, somehow still 'humanoid.' Somehow still calm. It's almost eerie how he's staring ahead, eyes flickering slowly between the two of them.

The expendable looked torn between taking out the competition right then and there, or putting their full focus onto the newcomer. Ultimately, they scowled, not budging.

"You really want to find out?" His voice is barely audible over the growl. He presses closer, claws outstretched like they're searching for flesh. "Because I'm willing to show you if you're such a willing volunteer."

The words earned a bark of laughter from the expendable, one eye shut tightly from where Kari’s claws had made contact with their face. They watched the other, bemused. “Why do you care?” The words were defiant. They almost looked appalled now, grip tightening enough on Kari’s wrists that she winced.

"Are you suicidal?" pAInter's voice is a snarl as he towers over the two of them. He grabs one of the expendable's arms, claws digging into their skin. "If you're so desperate for a fight, I'm right here." He glares at them, almost hungrily. It's uncanny, like looking into the eyes of a predator.

Kari briefly shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for some sort of next attack from the expendable. But, nothing came. Instead, pAInter’s voice sounded closer, and she could hear the growled out curse of pain from the expendable above that soon turned into a more frantic pained noise.

He snickers a little, amusement flickering through his voice unsubtly. "What does it matter? What do you want from her?" He lifts the expendable up, somehow. It's surprising he's strong enough to do that like this. He smiles, akin to one that would stretch ear to ear on a human, scribbly irises appearing for a moment.

It was almost.. unsettling, seeing pAInter this way. Hell, she had gotten a taste of it with their first meeting. But it had felt far different - not like this. She inhaled sharply, a hand held to her arm. The feeling of the warmth of her own blood was.. not pleasant. It was far warmer than it should have been. She could blame that on the phoenix DNA, she supposed.

"Why should I? You're clearly itching for a fight, arentcha?" He leans in close, voice rattling. He tilts his head, smile not leaving his face. "You talked a whole lot earlier, now you can't? You're itching for a fight but you get scared when someone's willing for one? Hm?"

The expendable tried to lean back and away from the other; though it proved difficult to do while practically pinned against the wall. “You’re psychotic.” They tried to sneer, tried to hold some high ground of bravery. But the tone fell flat, giving way to the fear and slight pain they were in.

His grip shudders a little, but not enough to waver fully. He looks into the other's eyes, watching the fear dance. A growl barely crawls out of his throat, claws digging into the other's skin. The scent of crawling blood hits his senses.

The expendable tried to once more turn their head away, to try and get whatever distance they could. The pressure of the wall against their back made it feel as if it were difficult to breathe. As if it was far too difficult to get a single good breath in their lungs.

There's a strange noise from him, almost like wheezing. Claws still stuck in the flesh of the other. He doesn't even know if they're alive. His grip loosens and he drops them. The pounding in the back of his head crying for blood doesn't stop.

It wasn’t hard to miss the agonized screech from the expendable as soon as they had begun being torn into. Even with her ears covered, noises slipped through, and she found herself trying to make herself seem as small as possible. Only her wings were visible, tucked around herself in a small shield to hide away from the gore.

There's a heaving. He can barely... Well. He's not breathing. Not exactly. He can't, regardless. Whatever it is, it's a terrible noise, an aching kind of sound.

Even once things had settled to silence aside from the sound from pAInter, Kari hesitated to even think of lowering her wings. No doubt it would remain a bloody sight, and really, she didn’t quite find herself keen on the idea of seeing.. whatever remained.

He shivers. He can't look at himself. He doesn't want to. He can't.

Kari squeezed her eyes shut, just trying to listen for some kind of response. But, hearing the wail and the soft thud, she caved. Slowly lowering her wings, she swallowed thickly, about wanting to throw up as soon as she saw the gore that had been left behind from the mess.

He's silent, still for a few moments. He looks at her. He doesn't know. He doesn't know even what he looks like utter than something covered in viscera.

Kari stared for a long while, before managing to tear her gaze away and looking away. She couldn’t bear to continue to look, not when it all made her feel ill.

His hands(?) are shaking. He doesn't look. He looks at her again and he closes his eyes meekly.

Kari kept her gaze off to the side, just.. trying to ignore the faint metallic smell that now filled the room. It was just as sickening as the sight itself was.

"But Eyeballs is out there..." He's quiet with that last bit, curling close to one of the room's corners. She was probably resilient, sure, but he didn't want to risk it. It just seemed awful. "They should have some kind of towel around here somewhere..."

Eyeballs. Right. Eyefestation. Kari grimaced a little, about to try and provide reassurance that the bull shark would be okay, but decided against it. There was a risk, after all. “I can look, if you want? I’ll go to the next room. See if there’s one shoved into one of the smaller lockers or something.”

He hesitates at the thought and sighs. "Alright, alright. Just be careful. Or scream if you need me. I'll probably hear you. Bug ears and all." He points, perking one ear up and down. "Really. Do not die right now. That'd suck so bad."

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll scream if I need any help.” Though hopefully, that wouldn’t be needed. If she was lucky, the worst she’d deal with would be a wall dweller trying to creep up on her.

"Alright." He says, hoping that's enough. Hoping that mentioning it didn't just jinx everything. With a sigh, he flops onto the ground, laying on his side awkwardly. He's not sure what to do, really. Especially as she leaves, he's kind of a lump. Not like he can touch anything without contaminating it.

Kari began with sifting through the lockers she could find, just trying to find some sort of towel. Or anything else that would work for cleaning up pAInter’s blood for that matter. Though, she paused in her movements when hearing footsteps. She lifted her head, half expecting for it to be a wall dweller. Just one look, and it would go away. However, when she turned.. she saw nothing.

pAInter lays still, debating heading inside the vent for a moment. Right. Acidic blood. Not worth accidentally hitting Sebastian with it. Even if he understands and all, it's still a risk. Not like either of them could come back from the dead. Even if Sebastian could, he wouldn't forgive himself for doing that.

Kari could just barely hear the sound of a voice speaking, the expendable above her saying something. But, in her panic, the words fell on deaf ears. Hell, how had they even managed to find a knife? A curse was hissed out, an attempt of a thrash being made.

Quietly, pAInter keeps going. Each step is calculated, hitting the right parts of the floor slowly to not create noise. He pauses, straining his ears every so often. The first time, he hears nothing, and keeps on. The next time, he overhears some of the words, debating dropping his stealth for a moment.

Kari’s breaths came out quick and ragged, pushing herself upright somewhat as she kept her eyes locked onto the expendable. They had one hand clutched over their eye, evidently where she had managed to land her own hit.

He steps through fully, somehow still 'humanoid.' Somehow still calm. It's almost eerie how he's staring ahead, eyes flickering slowly between the two of them.

The expendable looked torn between taking out the competition right then and there, or putting their full focus onto the newcomer. Ultimately, they scowled, not budging.

"You really want to find out?" His voice is barely audible over the growl. He presses closer, claws outstretched like they're searching for flesh. "Because I'm willing to show you if you're such a willing volunteer."

The words earned a bark of laughter from the expendable, one eye shut tightly from where Kari’s claws had made contact with their face. They watched the other, bemused. “Why do you care?” The words were defiant. They almost looked appalled now, grip tightening enough on Kari’s wrists that she winced.

"Are you suicidal?" pAInter's voice is a snarl as he towers over the two of them. He grabs one of the expendable's arms, claws digging into their skin. "If you're so desperate for a fight, I'm right here." He glares at them, almost hungrily. It's uncanny, like looking into the eyes of a predator.

Kari briefly shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for some sort of next attack from the expendable. But, nothing came. Instead, pAInter’s voice sounded closer, and she could hear the growled out curse of pain from the expendable above that soon turned into a more frantic pained noise.

He snickers a little, amusement flickering through his voice unsubtly. "What does it matter? What do you want from her?" He lifts the expendable up, somehow. It's surprising he's strong enough to do that like this. He smiles, akin to one that would stretch ear to ear on a human, scribbly irises appearing for a moment.

It was almost.. unsettling, seeing pAInter this way. Hell, she had gotten a taste of it with their first meeting. But it had felt far different - not like this. She inhaled sharply, a hand held to her arm. The feeling of the warmth of her own blood was.. not pleasant. It was far warmer than it should have been. She could blame that on the phoenix DNA, she supposed.

"Why should I? You're clearly itching for a fight, arentcha?" He leans in close, voice rattling. He tilts his head, smile not leaving his face. "You talked a whole lot earlier, now you can't? You're itching for a fight but you get scared when someone's willing for one? Hm?"

The expendable tried to lean back and away from the other; though it proved difficult to do while practically pinned against the wall. “You’re psychotic.” They tried to sneer, tried to hold some high ground of bravery. But the tone fell flat, giving way to the fear and slight pain they were in.

His grip shudders a little, but not enough to waver fully. He looks into the other's eyes, watching the fear dance. A growl barely crawls out of his throat, claws digging into the other's skin. The scent of crawling blood hits his senses.

The expendable tried to once more turn their head away, to try and get whatever distance they could. The pressure of the wall against their back made it feel as if it were difficult to breathe. As if it was far too difficult to get a single good breath in their lungs.

There's a strange noise from him, almost like wheezing. Claws still stuck in the flesh of the other. He doesn't even know if they're alive. His grip loosens and he drops them. The pounding in the back of his head crying for blood doesn't stop.

It wasn’t hard to miss the agonized screech from the expendable as soon as they had begun being torn into. Even with her ears covered, noises slipped through, and she found herself trying to make herself seem as small as possible. Only her wings were visible, tucked around herself in a small shield to hide away from the gore.

There's a heaving. He can barely... Well. He's not breathing. Not exactly. He can't, regardless. Whatever it is, it's a terrible noise, an aching kind of sound.

Even once things had settled to silence aside from the sound from pAInter, Kari hesitated to even think of lowering her wings. No doubt it would remain a bloody sight, and really, she didn’t quite find herself keen on the idea of seeing.. whatever remained.

He shivers. He can't look at himself. He doesn't want to. He can't.

Kari squeezed her eyes shut, just trying to listen for some kind of response. But, hearing the wail and the soft thud, she caved. Slowly lowering her wings, she swallowed thickly, about wanting to throw up as soon as she saw the gore that had been left behind from the mess.

He's silent, still for a few moments. He looks at her. He doesn't know. He doesn't know even what he looks like utter than something covered in viscera.

Kari stared for a long while, before managing to tear her gaze away and looking away. She couldn’t bear to continue to look, not when it all made her feel ill.

"But Eyeballs is out there..." He's quiet with that last bit, curling close to one of the room's corners. She was probably resilient, sure, but he didn't want to risk it. It just seemed awful. "They should have some kind of towel around here somewhere..."

Eyeballs. Right. Eyefestation. Kari grimaced a little, about to try and provide reassurance that the bull shark would be okay, but decided against it. There was a risk, after all. “I can look, if you want? I’ll go to the next room. See if there’s one shoved into one of the smaller lockers or something.”

He hesitates at the thought and sighs. "Alright, alright. Just be careful. Or scream if you need me. I'll probably hear you. Bug ears and all." He points, perking one ear up and down. "Really. Do not die right now. That'd suck so bad."

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll scream if I need any help.” Though hopefully, that wouldn’t be needed. If she was lucky, the worst she’d deal with would be a wall dweller trying to creep up on her.

"Alright." He says, hoping that's enough. Hoping that mentioning it didn't just jinx everything. With a sigh, he flops onto the ground, laying on his side awkwardly. He's not sure what to do, really. Especially as she leaves, he's kind of a lump. Not like he can touch anything without contaminating it.

Kari began with sifting through the lockers she could find, just trying to find some sort of towel. Or anything else that would work for cleaning up pAInter’s blood for that matter. Though, she paused in her movements when hearing footsteps. She lifted her head, half expecting for it to be a wall dweller. Just one look, and it would go away. However, when she turned.. she saw nothing.

pAInter lays still, debating heading inside the vent for a moment. Right. Acidic blood. Not worth accidentally hitting Sebastian with it. Even if he understands and all, it's still a risk. Not like either of them could come back from the dead. Even if Sebastian could, he wouldn't forgive himself for doing that.

Kari could just barely hear the sound of a voice speaking, the expendable above her saying something. But, in her panic, the words fell on deaf ears. Hell, how had they even managed to find a knife? A curse was hissed out, an attempt of a thrash being made.

Quietly, pAInter keeps going. Each step is calculated, hitting the right parts of the floor slowly to not create noise. He pauses, straining his ears every so often. The first time, he hears nothing, and keeps on. The next time, he overhears some of the words, debating dropping his stealth for a moment.

Kari’s breaths came out quick and ragged, pushing herself upright somewhat as she kept her eyes locked onto the expendable. They had one hand clutched over their eye, evidently where she had managed to land her own hit.

He steps through fully, somehow still 'humanoid.' Somehow still calm. It's almost eerie how he's staring ahead, eyes flickering slowly between the two of them.

The expendable looked torn between taking out the competition right then and there, or putting their full focus onto the newcomer. Ultimately, they scowled, not budging.

"You really want to find out?" His voice is barely audible over the growl. He presses closer, claws outstretched like they're searching for flesh. "Because I'm willing to show you if you're such a willing volunteer."

The words earned a bark of laughter from the expendable, one eye shut tightly from where Kari’s claws had made contact with their face. They watched the other, bemused. “Why do you care?” The words were defiant. They almost looked appalled now, grip tightening enough on Kari’s wrists that she winced.

"Are you suicidal?" pAInter's voice is a snarl as he towers over the two of them. He grabs one of the expendable's arms, claws digging into their skin. "If you're so desperate for a fight, I'm right here." He glares at them, almost hungrily. It's uncanny, like looking into the eyes of a predator.

Kari briefly shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for some sort of next attack from the expendable. But, nothing came. Instead, pAInter’s voice sounded closer, and she could hear the growled out curse of pain from the expendable above that soon turned into a more frantic pained noise.

He snickers a little, amusement flickering through his voice unsubtly. "What does it matter? What do you want from her?" He lifts the expendable up, somehow. It's surprising he's strong enough to do that like this. He smiles, akin to one that would stretch ear to ear on a human, scribbly irises appearing for a moment.

It was almost.. unsettling, seeing pAInter this way. Hell, she had gotten a taste of it with their first meeting. But it had felt far different - not like this. She inhaled sharply, a hand held to her arm. The feeling of the warmth of her own blood was.. not pleasant. It was far warmer than it should have been. She could blame that on the phoenix DNA, she supposed.

"Why should I? You're clearly itching for a fight, arentcha?" He leans in close, voice rattling. He tilts his head, smile not leaving his face. "You talked a whole lot earlier, now you can't? You're itching for a fight but you get scared when someone's willing for one? Hm?"

The expendable tried to lean back and away from the other; though it proved difficult to do while practically pinned against the wall. “You’re psychotic.” They tried to sneer, tried to hold some high ground of bravery. But the tone fell flat, giving way to the fear and slight pain they were in.

His grip shudders a little, but not enough to waver fully. He looks into the other's eyes, watching the fear dance. A growl barely crawls out of his throat, claws digging into the other's skin. The scent of crawling blood hits his senses.

The expendable tried to once more turn their head away, to try and get whatever distance they could. The pressure of the wall against their back made it feel as if it were difficult to breathe. As if it was far too difficult to get a single good breath in their lungs.

There's a strange noise from him, almost like wheezing. Claws still stuck in the flesh of the other. He doesn't even know if they're alive. His grip loosens and he drops them. The pounding in the back of his head crying for blood doesn't stop.

It wasn’t hard to miss the agonized screech from the expendable as soon as they had begun being torn into. Even with her ears covered, noises slipped through, and she found herself trying to make herself seem as small as possible. Only her wings were visible, tucked around herself in a small shield to hide away from the gore.

There's a heaving. He can barely... Well. He's not breathing. Not exactly. He can't, regardless. Whatever it is, it's a terrible noise, an aching kind of sound.

Even once things had settled to silence aside from the sound from pAInter, Kari hesitated to even think of lowering her wings. No doubt it would remain a bloody sight, and really, she didn’t quite find herself keen on the idea of seeing.. whatever remained.

He shivers. He can't look at himself. He doesn't want to. He can't.

Kari squeezed her eyes shut, just trying to listen for some kind of response. But, hearing the wail and the soft thud, she caved. Slowly lowering her wings, she swallowed thickly, about wanting to throw up as soon as she saw the gore that had been left behind from the mess.

"But Eyeballs is out there..." He's quiet with that last bit, curling close to one of the room's corners. She was probably resilient, sure, but he didn't want to risk it. It just seemed awful. "They should have some kind of towel around here somewhere..."

Eyeballs. Right. Eyefestation. Kari grimaced a little, about to try and provide reassurance that the bull shark would be okay, but decided against it. There was a risk, after all. “I can look, if you want? I’ll go to the next room. See if there’s one shoved into one of the smaller lockers or something.”

He hesitates at the thought and sighs. "Alright, alright. Just be careful. Or scream if you need me. I'll probably hear you. Bug ears and all." He points, perking one ear up and down. "Really. Do not die right now. That'd suck so bad."

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll scream if I need any help.” Though hopefully, that wouldn’t be needed. If she was lucky, the worst she’d deal with would be a wall dweller trying to creep up on her.

"Alright." He says, hoping that's enough. Hoping that mentioning it didn't just jinx everything. With a sigh, he flops onto the ground, laying on his side awkwardly. He's not sure what to do, really. Especially as she leaves, he's kind of a lump. Not like he can touch anything without contaminating it.

Kari began with sifting through the lockers she could find, just trying to find some sort of towel. Or anything else that would work for cleaning up pAInter’s blood for that matter. Though, she paused in her movements when hearing footsteps. She lifted her head, half expecting for it to be a wall dweller. Just one look, and it would go away. However, when she turned.. she saw nothing.

pAInter lays still, debating heading inside the vent for a moment. Right. Acidic blood. Not worth accidentally hitting Sebastian with it. Even if he understands and all, it's still a risk. Not like either of them could come back from the dead. Even if Sebastian could, he wouldn't forgive himself for doing that.

Kari could just barely hear the sound of a voice speaking, the expendable above her saying something. But, in her panic, the words fell on deaf ears. Hell, how had they even managed to find a knife? A curse was hissed out, an attempt of a thrash being made.

Quietly, pAInter keeps going. Each step is calculated, hitting the right parts of the floor slowly to not create noise. He pauses, straining his ears every so often. The first time, he hears nothing, and keeps on. The next time, he overhears some of the words, debating dropping his stealth for a moment.

Kari’s breaths came out quick and ragged, pushing herself upright somewhat as she kept her eyes locked onto the expendable. They had one hand clutched over their eye, evidently where she had managed to land her own hit.

He steps through fully, somehow still 'humanoid.' Somehow still calm. It's almost eerie how he's staring ahead, eyes flickering slowly between the two of them.

The expendable looked torn between taking out the competition right then and there, or putting their full focus onto the newcomer. Ultimately, they scowled, not budging.

"You really want to find out?" His voice is barely audible over the growl. He presses closer, claws outstretched like they're searching for flesh. "Because I'm willing to show you if you're such a willing volunteer."

The words earned a bark of laughter from the expendable, one eye shut tightly from where Kari’s claws had made contact with their face. They watched the other, bemused. “Why do you care?” The words were defiant. They almost looked appalled now, grip tightening enough on Kari’s wrists that she winced.

"Are you suicidal?" pAInter's voice is a snarl as he towers over the two of them. He grabs one of the expendable's arms, claws digging into their skin. "If you're so desperate for a fight, I'm right here." He glares at them, almost hungrily. It's uncanny, like looking into the eyes of a predator.

Kari briefly shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for some sort of next attack from the expendable. But, nothing came. Instead, pAInter’s voice sounded closer, and she could hear the growled out curse of pain from the expendable above that soon turned into a more frantic pained noise.

He snickers a little, amusement flickering through his voice unsubtly. "What does it matter? What do you want from her?" He lifts the expendable up, somehow. It's surprising he's strong enough to do that like this. He smiles, akin to one that would stretch ear to ear on a human, scribbly irises appearing for a moment.

It was almost.. unsettling, seeing pAInter this way. Hell, she had gotten a taste of it with their first meeting. But it had felt far different - not like this. She inhaled sharply, a hand held to her arm. The feeling of the warmth of her own blood was.. not pleasant. It was far warmer than it should have been. She could blame that on the phoenix DNA, she supposed.

"Why should I? You're clearly itching for a fight, arentcha?" He leans in close, voice rattling. He tilts his head, smile not leaving his face. "You talked a whole lot earlier, now you can't? You're itching for a fight but you get scared when someone's willing for one? Hm?"

The expendable tried to lean back and away from the other; though it proved difficult to do while practically pinned against the wall. “You’re psychotic.” They tried to sneer, tried to hold some high ground of bravery. But the tone fell flat, giving way to the fear and slight pain they were in.

His grip shudders a little, but not enough to waver fully. He looks into the other's eyes, watching the fear dance. A growl barely crawls out of his throat, claws digging into the other's skin. The scent of crawling blood hits his senses.

The expendable tried to once more turn their head away, to try and get whatever distance they could. The pressure of the wall against their back made it feel as if it were difficult to breathe. As if it was far too difficult to get a single good breath in their lungs.

There's a strange noise from him, almost like wheezing. Claws still stuck in the flesh of the other. He doesn't even know if they're alive. His grip loosens and he drops them. The pounding in the back of his head crying for blood doesn't stop.

It wasn’t hard to miss the agonized screech from the expendable as soon as they had begun being torn into. Even with her ears covered, noises slipped through, and she found herself trying to make herself seem as small as possible. Only her wings were visible, tucked around herself in a small shield to hide away from the gore.

There's a heaving. He can barely... Well. He's not breathing. Not exactly. He can't, regardless. Whatever it is, it's a terrible noise, an aching kind of sound.

Even once things had settled to silence aside from the sound from pAInter, Kari hesitated to even think of lowering her wings. No doubt it would remain a bloody sight, and really, she didn’t quite find herself keen on the idea of seeing.. whatever remained.

"But Eyeballs is out there..." He's quiet with that last bit, curling close to one of the room's corners. She was probably resilient, sure, but he didn't want to risk it. It just seemed awful. "They should have some kind of towel around here somewhere..."

Eyeballs. Right. Eyefestation. Kari grimaced a little, about to try and provide reassurance that the bull shark would be okay, but decided against it. There was a risk, after all. “I can look, if you want? I’ll go to the next room. See if there’s one shoved into one of the smaller lockers or something.”

He hesitates at the thought and sighs. "Alright, alright. Just be careful. Or scream if you need me. I'll probably hear you. Bug ears and all." He points, perking one ear up and down. "Really. Do not die right now. That'd suck so bad."

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll scream if I need any help.” Though hopefully, that wouldn’t be needed. If she was lucky, the worst she’d deal with would be a wall dweller trying to creep up on her.

"Alright." He says, hoping that's enough. Hoping that mentioning it didn't just jinx everything. With a sigh, he flops onto the ground, laying on his side awkwardly. He's not sure what to do, really. Especially as she leaves, he's kind of a lump. Not like he can touch anything without contaminating it.

Kari began with sifting through the lockers she could find, just trying to find some sort of towel. Or anything else that would work for cleaning up pAInter’s blood for that matter. Though, she paused in her movements when hearing footsteps. She lifted her head, half expecting for it to be a wall dweller. Just one look, and it would go away. However, when she turned.. she saw nothing.

pAInter lays still, debating heading inside the vent for a moment. Right. Acidic blood. Not worth accidentally hitting Sebastian with it. Even if he understands and all, it's still a risk. Not like either of them could come back from the dead. Even if Sebastian could, he wouldn't forgive himself for doing that.

Kari could just barely hear the sound of a voice speaking, the expendable above her saying something. But, in her panic, the words fell on deaf ears. Hell, how had they even managed to find a knife? A curse was hissed out, an attempt of a thrash being made.

Quietly, pAInter keeps going. Each step is calculated, hitting the right parts of the floor slowly to not create noise. He pauses, straining his ears every so often. The first time, he hears nothing, and keeps on. The next time, he overhears some of the words, debating dropping his stealth for a moment.

Kari’s breaths came out quick and ragged, pushing herself upright somewhat as she kept her eyes locked onto the expendable. They had one hand clutched over their eye, evidently where she had managed to land her own hit.

He steps through fully, somehow still 'humanoid.' Somehow still calm. It's almost eerie how he's staring ahead, eyes flickering slowly between the two of them.

The expendable looked torn between taking out the competition right then and there, or putting their full focus onto the newcomer. Ultimately, they scowled, not budging.

"You really want to find out?" His voice is barely audible over the growl. He presses closer, claws outstretched like they're searching for flesh. "Because I'm willing to show you if you're such a willing volunteer."

The words earned a bark of laughter from the expendable, one eye shut tightly from where Kari’s claws had made contact with their face. They watched the other, bemused. “Why do you care?” The words were defiant. They almost looked appalled now, grip tightening enough on Kari’s wrists that she winced.

"Are you suicidal?" pAInter's voice is a snarl as he towers over the two of them. He grabs one of the expendable's arms, claws digging into their skin. "If you're so desperate for a fight, I'm right here." He glares at them, almost hungrily. It's uncanny, like looking into the eyes of a predator.

Kari briefly shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for some sort of next attack from the expendable. But, nothing came. Instead, pAInter’s voice sounded closer, and she could hear the growled out curse of pain from the expendable above that soon turned into a more frantic pained noise.

He snickers a little, amusement flickering through his voice unsubtly. "What does it matter? What do you want from her?" He lifts the expendable up, somehow. It's surprising he's strong enough to do that like this. He smiles, akin to one that would stretch ear to ear on a human, scribbly irises appearing for a moment.

It was almost.. unsettling, seeing pAInter this way. Hell, she had gotten a taste of it with their first meeting. But it had felt far different - not like this. She inhaled sharply, a hand held to her arm. The feeling of the warmth of her own blood was.. not pleasant. It was far warmer than it should have been. She could blame that on the phoenix DNA, she supposed.

"Why should I? You're clearly itching for a fight, arentcha?" He leans in close, voice rattling. He tilts his head, smile not leaving his face. "You talked a whole lot earlier, now you can't? You're itching for a fight but you get scared when someone's willing for one? Hm?"

The expendable tried to lean back and away from the other; though it proved difficult to do while practically pinned against the wall. “You’re psychotic.” They tried to sneer, tried to hold some high ground of bravery. But the tone fell flat, giving way to the fear and slight pain they were in.

His grip shudders a little, but not enough to waver fully. He looks into the other's eyes, watching the fear dance. A growl barely crawls out of his throat, claws digging into the other's skin. The scent of crawling blood hits his senses.

The expendable tried to once more turn their head away, to try and get whatever distance they could. The pressure of the wall against their back made it feel as if it were difficult to breathe. As if it was far too difficult to get a single good breath in their lungs.

There's a strange noise from him, almost like wheezing. Claws still stuck in the flesh of the other. He doesn't even know if they're alive. His grip loosens and he drops them. The pounding in the back of his head crying for blood doesn't stop.

It wasn’t hard to miss the agonized screech from the expendable as soon as they had begun being torn into. Even with her ears covered, noises slipped through, and she found herself trying to make herself seem as small as possible. Only her wings were visible, tucked around herself in a small shield to hide away from the gore.

"But Eyeballs is out there..." He's quiet with that last bit, curling close to one of the room's corners. She was probably resilient, sure, but he didn't want to risk it. It just seemed awful. "They should have some kind of towel around here somewhere..."

Eyeballs. Right. Eyefestation. Kari grimaced a little, about to try and provide reassurance that the bull shark would be okay, but decided against it. There was a risk, after all. “I can look, if you want? I’ll go to the next room. See if there’s one shoved into one of the smaller lockers or something.”

He hesitates at the thought and sighs. "Alright, alright. Just be careful. Or scream if you need me. I'll probably hear you. Bug ears and all." He points, perking one ear up and down. "Really. Do not die right now. That'd suck so bad."

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll scream if I need any help.” Though hopefully, that wouldn’t be needed. If she was lucky, the worst she’d deal with would be a wall dweller trying to creep up on her.

"Alright." He says, hoping that's enough. Hoping that mentioning it didn't just jinx everything. With a sigh, he flops onto the ground, laying on his side awkwardly. He's not sure what to do, really. Especially as she leaves, he's kind of a lump. Not like he can touch anything without contaminating it.

Kari began with sifting through the lockers she could find, just trying to find some sort of towel. Or anything else that would work for cleaning up pAInter’s blood for that matter. Though, she paused in her movements when hearing footsteps. She lifted her head, half expecting for it to be a wall dweller. Just one look, and it would go away. However, when she turned.. she saw nothing.

pAInter lays still, debating heading inside the vent for a moment. Right. Acidic blood. Not worth accidentally hitting Sebastian with it. Even if he understands and all, it's still a risk. Not like either of them could come back from the dead. Even if Sebastian could, he wouldn't forgive himself for doing that.

Kari could just barely hear the sound of a voice speaking, the expendable above her saying something. But, in her panic, the words fell on deaf ears. Hell, how had they even managed to find a knife? A curse was hissed out, an attempt of a thrash being made.

Quietly, pAInter keeps going. Each step is calculated, hitting the right parts of the floor slowly to not create noise. He pauses, straining his ears every so often. The first time, he hears nothing, and keeps on. The next time, he overhears some of the words, debating dropping his stealth for a moment.

Kari’s breaths came out quick and ragged, pushing herself upright somewhat as she kept her eyes locked onto the expendable. They had one hand clutched over their eye, evidently where she had managed to land her own hit.

He steps through fully, somehow still 'humanoid.' Somehow still calm. It's almost eerie how he's staring ahead, eyes flickering slowly between the two of them.

The expendable looked torn between taking out the competition right then and there, or putting their full focus onto the newcomer. Ultimately, they scowled, not budging.

"You really want to find out?" His voice is barely audible over the growl. He presses closer, claws outstretched like they're searching for flesh. "Because I'm willing to show you if you're such a willing volunteer."

The words earned a bark of laughter from the expendable, one eye shut tightly from where Kari’s claws had made contact with their face. They watched the other, bemused. “Why do you care?” The words were defiant. They almost looked appalled now, grip tightening enough on Kari’s wrists that she winced.

"Are you suicidal?" pAInter's voice is a snarl as he towers over the two of them. He grabs one of the expendable's arms, claws digging into their skin. "If you're so desperate for a fight, I'm right here." He glares at them, almost hungrily. It's uncanny, like looking into the eyes of a predator.

Kari briefly shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for some sort of next attack from the expendable. But, nothing came. Instead, pAInter’s voice sounded closer, and she could hear the growled out curse of pain from the expendable above that soon turned into a more frantic pained noise.

He snickers a little, amusement flickering through his voice unsubtly. "What does it matter? What do you want from her?" He lifts the expendable up, somehow. It's surprising he's strong enough to do that like this. He smiles, akin to one that would stretch ear to ear on a human, scribbly irises appearing for a moment.

It was almost.. unsettling, seeing pAInter this way. Hell, she had gotten a taste of it with their first meeting. But it had felt far different - not like this. She inhaled sharply, a hand held to her arm. The feeling of the warmth of her own blood was.. not pleasant. It was far warmer than it should have been. She could blame that on the phoenix DNA, she supposed.

"Why should I? You're clearly itching for a fight, arentcha?" He leans in close, voice rattling. He tilts his head, smile not leaving his face. "You talked a whole lot earlier, now you can't? You're itching for a fight but you get scared when someone's willing for one? Hm?"

The expendable tried to lean back and away from the other; though it proved difficult to do while practically pinned against the wall. “You’re psychotic.” They tried to sneer, tried to hold some high ground of bravery. But the tone fell flat, giving way to the fear and slight pain they were in.

His grip shudders a little, but not enough to waver fully. He looks into the other's eyes, watching the fear dance. A growl barely crawls out of his throat, claws digging into the other's skin. The scent of crawling blood hits his senses.

The expendable tried to once more turn their head away, to try and get whatever distance they could. The pressure of the wall against their back made it feel as if it were difficult to breathe. As if it was far too difficult to get a single good breath in their lungs.