Post by Scorpio on May 28, 2021 15:49:52 GMT -8
"Oh shit! I didn't know you were down for all this excitement."
The shillelagh whips a curtain of blood as she spins it clean, maggots and wriggling insects sprouting from the loosened meat. The Hedgegate glows behind the mangled corpse of a monster that had found its way into the rumour mill of local cryptids. It was now flattened into the reddening sand by their combined efforts.
Scorpio wasn't talking about hunting abhorrent splinters of mankind's imagination, but rather the fact that her office did a lot of public outreach. Graves thus far did not have the reputation of being particularly social. His sudden spike of communal activity boded well, and she wasn't looking to squash that in any fashion; the guy was friendly and practical, and anyone should be happy to have him in their corner.
Sliding off the translucent wings of the ghostly creature, she considered her weapon and thought better. The ground heaves beneath their feet, the buzz of cicadas and shimmering ant wings breaching the sand. Her voice thrums with the clicking and snapping of shells and mandibles. "By the authority granted to me by our Dread Lord, Baron Samedi, I offer my knowledge of the Hedge-" she laughs, nodding to acknowledge it was more part of the speech than ignoring the Beast's known area of expertise. "And the reach of bounty my social acumen has granted me. My title is newly appointed, and thus I promise my ear to your counsel, and to reward your contributions with a growing career in the Freehold."
Rather than making him bow or take a knee, she simply extends a hand, without fear but mindful of the claws.
The shillelagh whips a curtain of blood as she spins it clean, maggots and wriggling insects sprouting from the loosened meat. The Hedgegate glows behind the mangled corpse of a monster that had found its way into the rumour mill of local cryptids. It was now flattened into the reddening sand by their combined efforts.
Scorpio wasn't talking about hunting abhorrent splinters of mankind's imagination, but rather the fact that her office did a lot of public outreach. Graves thus far did not have the reputation of being particularly social. His sudden spike of communal activity boded well, and she wasn't looking to squash that in any fashion; the guy was friendly and practical, and anyone should be happy to have him in their corner.
Sliding off the translucent wings of the ghostly creature, she considered her weapon and thought better. The ground heaves beneath their feet, the buzz of cicadas and shimmering ant wings breaching the sand. Her voice thrums with the clicking and snapping of shells and mandibles. "By the authority granted to me by our Dread Lord, Baron Samedi, I offer my knowledge of the Hedge-" she laughs, nodding to acknowledge it was more part of the speech than ignoring the Beast's known area of expertise. "And the reach of bounty my social acumen has granted me. My title is newly appointed, and thus I promise my ear to your counsel, and to reward your contributions with a growing career in the Freehold."
Rather than making him bow or take a knee, she simply extends a hand, without fear but mindful of the claws.
