PDARPG MISC: Pest Control - goop juice - 504 words

1. Draw or write about your character fighting the boss!

 

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Two large hands hit against each other, squishing a sizeable insect between them with a juicy crunch. Bryndis shook the remains of a razor leaf beetle off her palms. These things were everywhere. Although, she had to admit, they were kind of pretty with their iridescent chitin and glowing wings. But pests were still pests, and-

 

The Drakaima felt something touch her hair faintly, which turned her on her heels. Back at her stared a creature on two legs, as lanky as they come, with a hair so brightly colored it almost burned her eyes. It had its black-and-white hands in front of its mouth, and it seemed to be cowering. Suddenly, it gasped.

"You're taller than me," Caspian pointed out the obvious fact with the wonder of a child. Excitement made him jiggle in place, as his grin widened from one pointed ear to the other. His hands and arms became restless. He didn't know how to handle the situation in his giddiness.

 

Bryndis inspected Caspian's figure, her green eyes narrowing. There was a strange, obvious familiarity in his being, but everything else after that thin line was extremely strange. He had horns and sharp teeth - but he was no Drakaima.

 

"Is that a good thing?" Bryndis inquired the Athos, instinctively leaning slightly forward. The eternal's sudden gesture sent her back instantly, as he spread out his arms.

"YES," Caspian nearly shouted, "you have no idea how rare taller-than-you people are when you're a skyscraper!"

Bryndis' eyelids drooped, as she blinked sluggishly. She, in fact, did have an idea - but oh well. She watched as the odd neonpole started to walk in circles, just talking. Talking and talking, seemingly never stopping. The Drakaima's attention shifted to a lone beetle buzzing around them, looking for something to munch. Without thinking much, Bryndis squished it between her palms like so many others before it.

 

A strange silence lowered itself around the two like a veil of fine lace. Caspian slowly turned to Bryndis, the other mirroring his movement.

"What was that for?" The eternal's voice was surprisingly calm, considering half of his face was covered in beetle goop. The Drakaima pinched her mouth into a thin line, as she fought the urge to grin awkwardly.

"Sorry," Bryndis apologized, aiming the rest of the late insect away from the Athos. Caspian rubbed his face, spitting bits of the beetle out of his mouth.

 

At least he was quiet now.

 

When Bryndis' focus shifted again, Caspian saw an opportunity for a petty little revenge. He wasn't really upset, but paying back wouldn't hurt, either. He tracked another razor leaf beetle with his gaze, until it flew close enough. He prepared for a strike, and-

 

Something splashing onto Bryndis' arm pulled her attention - though the eternal's screams of WHY DID I DO THAT were much more prominent. She watched Caspian flailing and pacing around aimlessly, having difficulties getting rid of the sticky insides of a beetle on his hands. Bryndis chuckled.

 

So much for that peace and quiet.