>>6065603>>6065811>>6066103>>6066131>>6065019 >>6065016 >>6064997 >>6064620Your Seafood lets you go, somewhat roughly and carelessly, but you land on both feet easily. You're mussing up the squiggles even more, and the blood soaks through the bottoms of your sacky shoes. But not you can move. Huh. Weird.
And slowly what Seafood said about you sinks in, and your grin begins as you start to get it. You're gobben STRONG! Or you can be, later, but REALLY STRONG! Strong enough to be Chief! Strong enough to eat lots and lots, and lotsa fights and fuggens in between! And did your Seafood say you can fight Heaven? That you can fight GODS??? You think of all the Humie and Skinny Pointy and Axebeard and Furfoot goddesses that you will be raypen over and over, and just lose it!
"GNAAHH HAHA! YAAAS!!!" you cry, and start jumping, springing, trumbling, running, punching and clawing in all directions from joy. Your Seafood watches you, the teeth in his sneer slowly disappearing. Now it's just a sneer. Could be he sees a lot of himself in you; or enough of himself, at least! He is your Seafood, and strong plenty plenty, but still a Humie. The Weak Races can't stop being weak, for some reason, even one as old and strong as your Seafood.
You could have gone on a full hour prancing and whooping before needing to num something, but your Seafood loses interest in watching you after a minute. He slaps his hand on the ground and, like you just now, Uille sails through the air into his grasp.
He looks at her face, her body, turning her this way and that, just like he did you.
Then without indication, face impassive but for the sneer, he sinks all ten fingernails into her nape and neck, drawing no blood. She doesn't even have the time (or strength) to scream.
You stop your one-gobber hullabaloo to look properly at what's happening, watching with your eyes wide. All the Weak Races usually turn their faces away when there's death, or disease, or violence, especially if they're not the Fighty Ones (heroes). Not you, and not any gobber: turning your eyes away from death IS death; turning your eyes away from violence means YOU next. That is why you are the Strong Race, and the rest are Weak!
The cold mist rises from your Seafood, and he seems to turn a different...shade? substance? He looks like stone now! Even his weird clothes! And Uille, as your Seafood's cold mist covers and begins to sink into her, goes pale as cheese paper, even HER clothes. It's... weird. She doesn't look as unhealthy as your Seafood, but it's the same kind of sick, you think. Only Skinny Pointies look this pale, and only very very sometimes.
Your Seafood's stone body puts down its hands and starts to sink into the ground, the weakened plank floors giving way. You hesitate only for a second, okay four seconds, before you pounce to help and start scrabbling, trying to push it, topple it to the side so it stops sinking.
It's not working! It's up to the neck now! Fugg! Fugggg!!
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