12-01-2018, 12:52 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim regards the stranger. Machetes were cool. He used to have one. .. It's kind of difficult for him to acknowledge things are different now. He just wanted a damn machete again, for old time's sake. (granted, he had just been a kid hellbent on ruining his own life back then.)
"... Yeah, sure," Jim gives, dropping the machete with a clatter, grinning. Damn. His teeth hurt. An exchange is a good idea. This being said, Jim hobbles awkwardly so that he can nudge the machete closer to Ignis with a paw. "Looks like machetes aren't my thing anymore. Thanks," Ugh, lighter. As much as Jim's ego opposes this, Jim isn't keen on getting killed trying to hunt gators because he wanted to be smug with a machete. He's .. not going to lie, that's a thing he probably would have done in the past.
As Jim accepts the knife, Morgan's call sounds. Jim's ears prick as he spins to regard the other canine. Okay, soon. .. Enough time to figure out how to use a dagger, at least. Jim hasn't used anything but a phaser in so long, it's .. weird. Not like he'd be able to use one like this, anyways. Seriously, paws.
..
This wasn't turning out quite how he anticipated, but it's not a big deal. Jim wasn't sure what he expected anyways -- I mean, this place's customs were far from what he was used to. He's in the same group as the guy who'd given him the knife, but it's not like Jim particularly cared, anyways. He wasn't particularly fond of any of the people here, though they seemed fine.
.. Aw fuck. What was the signal? The water ball the canine, Morgan, had? He'd guess so -- Jim wasn't really paying attention, earlier. But .. well. It wouldn't really matter anyways. Jim would make a move now anyways, with the damn alligator. The canine scrabbles back, scarcely avoiding the jaws of one of the reptiles. Jim, at this moment, decides he despises alligators. He didn't like them to begin with anyways.
.. It hurts, using the knife in his teeth. The canine winces, having scrabbled past said alligator to stab the reptile in the back. It .. doesn't go terribly well, piercing past the hide, but it doesn't make a deep mark before he has to withdraw. And his teeth fucking hurt. He was probably holding it wrong.
"... Yeah, sure," Jim gives, dropping the machete with a clatter, grinning. Damn. His teeth hurt. An exchange is a good idea. This being said, Jim hobbles awkwardly so that he can nudge the machete closer to Ignis with a paw. "Looks like machetes aren't my thing anymore. Thanks," Ugh, lighter. As much as Jim's ego opposes this, Jim isn't keen on getting killed trying to hunt gators because he wanted to be smug with a machete. He's .. not going to lie, that's a thing he probably would have done in the past.
As Jim accepts the knife, Morgan's call sounds. Jim's ears prick as he spins to regard the other canine. Okay, soon. .. Enough time to figure out how to use a dagger, at least. Jim hasn't used anything but a phaser in so long, it's .. weird. Not like he'd be able to use one like this, anyways. Seriously, paws.
..
This wasn't turning out quite how he anticipated, but it's not a big deal. Jim wasn't sure what he expected anyways -- I mean, this place's customs were far from what he was used to. He's in the same group as the guy who'd given him the knife, but it's not like Jim particularly cared, anyways. He wasn't particularly fond of any of the people here, though they seemed fine.
.. Aw fuck. What was the signal? The water ball the canine, Morgan, had? He'd guess so -- Jim wasn't really paying attention, earlier. But .. well. It wouldn't really matter anyways. Jim would make a move now anyways, with the damn alligator. The canine scrabbles back, scarcely avoiding the jaws of one of the reptiles. Jim, at this moment, decides he despises alligators. He didn't like them to begin with anyways.
.. It hurts, using the knife in his teeth. The canine winces, having scrabbled past said alligator to stab the reptile in the back. It .. doesn't go terribly well, piercing past the hide, but it doesn't make a deep mark before he has to withdraw. And his teeth fucking hurt. He was probably holding it wrong.
[glow=black,2,300]— [abbr=tanglewood - wolfdog]✰[/abbr] —[/glow]