Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190630232431/@comment-26892768-20190706221226

"Can't talk?" Ember muses as she adjusts a dial on her guitar, grinning. "Well, that's a real shame..."

"What?" Kakyoin looks Peter up and down again, and...well, the outfit seems to match.

He has no idea what's with the shield dog, though.

Eyes wide, Polypa jumps off, skidding in front of Venom with a glare.

"right * i'm the coward * not the eight foot black blob thing attacking a girl six and a half sweeps old to feel better about itself *|" Polypa mutters under her breath, looking over Venom.

Hmmm...the fact that he seems to be made of some kind of viscous substance doesn't help her much. Sure, he does seem to have some organs - the eyes and the mouth, for one - but she's not sure where they are, or if they even exist in this creature.

In any case, a knife probably won't cut it; pardon the pun. It'll just get stuck in his mass. She's going to need something else...

And then it occurs to her.

Since she doesn't have a hive and generally tends to wander, Polypa always carries some essential supplies with her at all times. These supplies include a knife, a first aid kit, and, perhaps most importantly, a lighter.

She has no idea what lighting this thing on fire will do, but it's worth a shot.

Reaching into her pockets and pulling out the small plastic thing, which is olive colored, like her sign, Polypa runs forw-

Aaaaaaand she tripped, dropping the lighter. Not her fault, however; silvery strands of a certain something shot out of her leg and stuck to the ground, and apparently they were more resilient than they look,