[ scoffed likewise with a bit of a smile. Not about this, anyway. If Vidal is here to snitch on anything, it’s the statue, if it wants to try any funny business like the rest of the exhibits in this shitty museum. Though it seems for the most part like it’s been the body parts themselves that have been most feisty, so the very least they ought to have to deal with is probably a leg on the lam if this fella doesn’t manage to get it lassoed proper with his special chain. ]
[ Speaking of, the explanation doesn’t quell the little incredulous look, but it’s more Reassuring than it might be for some people. There’s a certain air about the peculiarly skilled and/or gifted, after all, and whatever this kid is about, there hasn’t been an ounce of nonsense involved so far. ]
All right, Gogo, give it a shot.
[ And he’ll watch your back, you know, keep an eye out for Uma Thurman with a katana. He’d say as much but the ball is already soaring for the top of the cage and shattering the glass, sending it all waterfalling neatly to its base before snapping right back home to its hand like elastic. That earns a low whistle—consider him impressed. ]
[ But again he’s stopped short, this time by a quiver of movement in the leaves covering the beastly statue’s form, not unlike muscles straining. ]
Whoa, hey, back up— [ Vidal blurts out, reaching reflexively and lurching forward the moment he attempts to take a step in pursuit, hopping and wobbling to regain his balance on one foot just as the creature snaps the thin wires holding it in its impressive hind-leg stance. ] —Look alive, kid!
[ There’s no saving this. All he has left is falling with a purpose. And so Vidal throws himself forward to tackle him out from beneath the pair of massive paws that come slamming straight down, close enough to catch the hem of his coat on a claw. ]
god I'm super sorry about this delay
[ scoffed likewise with a bit of a smile. Not about this, anyway. If Vidal is here to snitch on anything, it’s the statue, if it wants to try any funny business like the rest of the exhibits in this shitty museum. Though it seems for the most part like it’s been the body parts themselves that have been most feisty, so the very least they ought to have to deal with is probably a leg on the lam if this fella doesn’t manage to get it lassoed proper with his special chain. ]
[ Speaking of, the explanation doesn’t quell the little incredulous look, but it’s more Reassuring than it might be for some people. There’s a certain air about the peculiarly skilled and/or gifted, after all, and whatever this kid is about, there hasn’t been an ounce of nonsense involved so far. ]
All right, Gogo, give it a shot.
[ And he’ll watch your back, you know, keep an eye out for Uma Thurman with a katana. He’d say as much but the ball is already soaring for the top of the cage and shattering the glass, sending it all waterfalling neatly to its base before snapping right back home to its hand like elastic. That earns a low whistle—consider him impressed. ]
[ But again he’s stopped short, this time by a quiver of movement in the leaves covering the beastly statue’s form, not unlike muscles straining. ]
Whoa, hey, back up— [ Vidal blurts out, reaching reflexively and lurching forward the moment he attempts to take a step in pursuit, hopping and wobbling to regain his balance on one foot just as the creature snaps the thin wires holding it in its impressive hind-leg stance. ] —Look alive, kid!
[ There’s no saving this. All he has left is falling with a purpose. And so Vidal throws himself forward to tackle him out from beneath the pair of massive paws that come slamming straight down, close enough to catch the hem of his coat on a claw. ]