[ He probably shouldn't be out and about. He just lost a couple of fingers the night before and his palms got cut pretty fucking bad, clean white bandages the telltale sign that something happened there beyond the missing digits. But fuck it, Amos is restless, itching to fucking do something, so after a not-all-that-restful sleep stretching through the morning back out into Godsblood he goes, just like the previous two days.
And it pays off, because he doesn't even need the telltale sign of the Pleroma clinging to Dextera from his shard — he knows that guy. Should be easy enough to grab—
It's while he's looking right at Dextera, advancing right in his general direction, that the trap goes off, and before Amos knows it he's inhaling mushroom spores and what the fuck. What the fuck. He stops moving, trying to get his bearings — why does it feel like the ground is shifting out from under him — why does his body not quite feel like his — and.
He could've sworn Dextera was just right there.
Where the hell did he go, Amos wonders, as the world seems to start to swim around him, and his heart rate starts to tick up in response. ]
sabotage, day 3
And it pays off, because he doesn't even need the telltale sign of the Pleroma clinging to Dextera from his shard — he knows that guy. Should be easy enough to grab—
It's while he's looking right at Dextera, advancing right in his general direction, that the trap goes off, and before Amos knows it he's inhaling mushroom spores and what the fuck. What the fuck. He stops moving, trying to get his bearings — why does it feel like the ground is shifting out from under him — why does his body not quite feel like his — and.
He could've sworn Dextera was just right there.
Where the hell did he go, Amos wonders, as the world seems to start to swim around him, and his heart rate starts to tick up in response. ]