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Skulduggery Pleasant

Cabin 117 - 6:39 PM

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[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy hears Skulduggery take off, quickly runs the maths for what he's likely to be doing, and settles on 'throwing himself physically at the bahamanal' because like father like kid. Darcy grabs a handful of fabric and tucks her knees up to brace against its underbelly- one of the self-defense things Kael taught her for getting someone off her- only instead of rolling the Bahamanal over herself, the moment of lift provides just enough instability for Skulduggery to knock it off her entirely, and it topples with the stench of burning synthetics, skittering to maintain its footing.

"Okay- well- we found it-" Darcy scrambles back up to her feet- "retreat?"

[light_mischief]

They found it and added a few new melted bits to its garish hide. Truthfully, that's more than Skulduggery's ever wanted to interact with the thing. He can't help it -- the thing is just awful, and it looks even worse when it's moving around in a frantic attempt to put out the smoldering fabric.

"Absolutely definitely," he replies as the thing snarls and, you know, wiggles in that gross way it probably does. He lifts one hand to brace the air between them and the monster, figuring if he can hold off a vampire, he can hold off whatever the fuck you want to call the bahamanal.

"I'm going to set this whole damned place on fire one of these days," is all the parting shot he has as he starts backing speedily away.