“Grant us eyes, grant us eyes! Plant eyes on our brains to cleanse our beastly idiocy…”
Micolash drones further prayers, still leering with a rictus grin and wild blue eyes, still leaning forward from his kneeling spot on the table. Clutching the edge of it with his actual hands while the tentacles continue to unfurl and slither along the surfaces like sickening, invasive vines. Several continue to reach and grasp towards Kinner, now with more speed, more urgency, more excitement. The man is slippery, but Micolash is quick. Just a little effort is all that's needed here…
The interloper swinging an object towards him is enough to make Micolash rear back with unlikely agility, despite the cage, despite his mania making his movements look as drunken as his words sound. Still smiling, eyes glittering with confusion and delight at once. “A trick weapon! I just knew-“
But Micolash’s words are cut short when the scent of aglaophotis hits him. At the exact same moment, his skull practically vibrates with the sharp, solitary, bell-like clang it causes in his brain matter. He winces once. And then again, with a short cry of unexpected alarm when his head jerks violently enough to one side to bang his temple into the bars of his cage. The same side that strikes rusted metal erupts briefly with a small flash, blue sparkles, a streak of glowing white that leaves behind smoke dripping like slime before it vanishes.
In the exact same instant as that flash from Micolash’s temple, all of the tentacles either retract or simply fall off, puffing into more slimy smoke once they hit the floor.
Micolash himself looks startled. Then turns his head to look in the direction that white streak went.
“Oh no!”
It’s like he forgot he was even menacing anyone to begin with, and was menaced in turn. The scholar clambers off of the table and is already chasing after that shimmering glow with a wobbly gait.
“Come back, oh, do come back! There is nothing to fear!”
He calls after whatever the hell presumably zipped out from his skull as he totters further and faster away. Like an owner chasing after a spooked and fleeing pet.
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Micolash drones further prayers, still leering with a rictus grin and wild blue eyes, still leaning forward from his kneeling spot on the table. Clutching the edge of it with his actual hands while the tentacles continue to unfurl and slither along the surfaces like sickening, invasive vines. Several continue to reach and grasp towards Kinner, now with more speed, more urgency, more excitement. The man is slippery, but Micolash is quick. Just a little effort is all that's needed here…
The interloper swinging an object towards him is enough to make Micolash rear back with unlikely agility, despite the cage, despite his mania making his movements look as drunken as his words sound. Still smiling, eyes glittering with confusion and delight at once. “A trick weapon! I just knew-“
But Micolash’s words are cut short when the scent of aglaophotis hits him. At the exact same moment, his skull practically vibrates with the sharp, solitary, bell-like clang it causes in his brain matter. He winces once. And then again, with a short cry of unexpected alarm when his head jerks violently enough to one side to bang his temple into the bars of his cage. The same side that strikes rusted metal erupts briefly with a small flash, blue sparkles, a streak of glowing white that leaves behind smoke dripping like slime before it vanishes.
In the exact same instant as that flash from Micolash’s temple, all of the tentacles either retract or simply fall off, puffing into more slimy smoke once they hit the floor.
Micolash himself looks startled. Then turns his head to look in the direction that white streak went.
“Oh no!”
It’s like he forgot he was even menacing anyone to begin with, and was menaced in turn. The scholar clambers off of the table and is already chasing after that shimmering glow with a wobbly gait.
“Come back, oh, do come back! There is nothing to fear!”
He calls after whatever the hell presumably zipped out from his skull as he totters further and faster away. Like an owner chasing after a spooked and fleeing pet.