Post by Tabs on Jul 18, 2018 17:53:57 GMT
Tabs’s initial focus was on the big picture. Overseer he was not. But like hell he was going to allow that to stop him from putting a hoof/claw/keratin bodypart down.
This discordance would not be tolerated. There must be unification. One Legion.
“We will not fight.”
That was not Tabs’s usual voice. It was hard to tell if it was one voice or multiple speaking at once; both male and female simultaneously. There was a low rattling undercurrent of additional noise; digital sounding and closest compared to a synthesizer woof. His usual voice was a mask, attempting to blend in with the organic life around him. However, this voice made no effort to hide his unnatural otherness.
“This disrespect and confrontation is ultimately petty. Useless. We are to become cohesive. Drop your pretensions.”
Tabs gave no indication whatsoever who he was addressing. The fact that his faces had been consumed by static made him ever more difficult to read.
“Flying creatures will most effectively search the shores. Conscious members should not risk themselves. A method for corpse retrieval may be devised if need be.”
After that, the creature appeared to return to normal -- or as normal as things got for Tabs. Skinny legs twitched as he felt coils around them. His attention was directed Aurelia’s way. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to offer the most sympathetic of expressions, still thoroughly annoyed with most everyone in the room. He brought both claws to either of the gorgon’s shoulders. He gave a gentle tug and attempted to orient his legs to allow himself to turn toward the door.
“We’re done here. I don’t think I can take anymore of this,” he said, his normal voice giving away some disappointment.
Owl seemed more put off given the tension. Tabs’s… whatever that was shook her even further. She just stood for a while before, almost a whole minute later, Nasira’s words finally registered.
“Right.”
Owl took the opportunity to duck out, though she did look behind her shoulder to make sure the soldiers came along. She began a slow trek toward the chief surgeon’s quarters, mindful not to leave the limping behind. A mumble, listing off various magical ingredients, came from her as she went.
This discordance would not be tolerated. There must be unification. One Legion.
“We will not fight.”
That was not Tabs’s usual voice. It was hard to tell if it was one voice or multiple speaking at once; both male and female simultaneously. There was a low rattling undercurrent of additional noise; digital sounding and closest compared to a synthesizer woof. His usual voice was a mask, attempting to blend in with the organic life around him. However, this voice made no effort to hide his unnatural otherness.
“This disrespect and confrontation is ultimately petty. Useless. We are to become cohesive. Drop your pretensions.”
Tabs gave no indication whatsoever who he was addressing. The fact that his faces had been consumed by static made him ever more difficult to read.
“Flying creatures will most effectively search the shores. Conscious members should not risk themselves. A method for corpse retrieval may be devised if need be.”
After that, the creature appeared to return to normal -- or as normal as things got for Tabs. Skinny legs twitched as he felt coils around them. His attention was directed Aurelia’s way. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to offer the most sympathetic of expressions, still thoroughly annoyed with most everyone in the room. He brought both claws to either of the gorgon’s shoulders. He gave a gentle tug and attempted to orient his legs to allow himself to turn toward the door.
“We’re done here. I don’t think I can take anymore of this,” he said, his normal voice giving away some disappointment.
Owl seemed more put off given the tension. Tabs’s… whatever that was shook her even further. She just stood for a while before, almost a whole minute later, Nasira’s words finally registered.
“Right.”
Owl took the opportunity to duck out, though she did look behind her shoulder to make sure the soldiers came along. She began a slow trek toward the chief surgeon’s quarters, mindful not to leave the limping behind. A mumble, listing off various magical ingredients, came from her as she went.
