"Dead, huh? What, you think we got shanked on the way to Granny's and just don't remember it?" He makes a face like he's considering it, mouth twitching up at the corners a bit. "I dunno, something tells me this isn't the kinda place we'd end up."
Not a pitchfork or flaming rack in sight... No way that's right.
"Oh, hey--" he flaps a hand to get Nic's attention, then points down a short but hilarious well manicured dirt driveway and the movement at the end that'd caught his eye: a tired-looking but pretty woman with a long dark ponytail hanging over her shoulder and a child that Worick assumes is her daughter, tugging at her skirt and waving one of those red and white balls enthusiastically with a gap-toothed grin so wide he can see it even from so far away. Cute...
"Check it out, looks like we're lucking out again- nothing like a demonstration." TALK ABOUT CONVENIENT...! The conversation itself escapes Worick from this distance (have at it, partner), but the actions don't and at this point that may be for the best as far as information overload goes. As Worick straightens and brushes some of the dust from the front of his slacks the kid takes a step away, winds her arm back... And tosses the ball with a shout that he's pretty sure is not English. Normal enough child behavior, the tossing and yelling, but the flash of light and the mouse... thing it solidifies into are just about the furthest things from normal he's seen yet. The critter squeaks and is off in a second, bounding circles around the kid and her mother while Worick turns to give Nic an incredulous sort of look. That's interesting...
I don't think I've ever played the gen its from but hnnngh such a cute little buddy.....
Not a pitchfork or flaming rack in sight... No way that's right.
"Oh, hey--" he flaps a hand to get Nic's attention, then points down a short but hilarious well manicured dirt driveway and the movement at the end that'd caught his eye: a tired-looking but pretty woman with a long dark ponytail hanging over her shoulder and a child that Worick assumes is her daughter, tugging at her skirt and waving one of those red and white balls enthusiastically with a gap-toothed grin so wide he can see it even from so far away. Cute...
"Check it out, looks like we're lucking out again- nothing like a demonstration." TALK ABOUT CONVENIENT...! The conversation itself escapes Worick from this distance (have at it, partner), but the actions don't and at this point that may be for the best as far as information overload goes. As Worick straightens and brushes some of the dust from the front of his slacks the kid takes a step away, winds her arm back... And tosses the ball with a shout that he's pretty sure is not English. Normal enough child behavior, the tossing and yelling, but the flash of light and the mouse... thing it solidifies into are just about the furthest things from normal he's seen yet. The critter squeaks and is off in a second, bounding circles around the kid and her mother while Worick turns to give Nic an incredulous sort of look. That's interesting...
"...You saw that, right?"