Chara themself freezes at the approach, locking up, eyelights shrunk to tiny pinpricks as they look up. They don't know why they're so scared of him. They've killed foes orders of magnitude tougher than themselves. That doesn't seem to matter right now. If they had a heart it would be racing.
Writing. Writing in the air, or as hand movements, as bullets or... just on black canvas. It. Hurts to look at, so they don't.
They let their hand drop to their stick, more of a stake now with the end having been bitten off, but still faithful. They try to reach for the feeling of their own magic, but it slips out of their grasp like quicksilver. They bristle, try to make themself seem bigger. There's no point in stealth now.
"I do not understand you," they state plainly, eyesockets narrowed. "Do not come any closer." They take a step back without looking, feeling for the base of the stairs with a foot.
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Date: 2016-10-10 10:01 pm (UTC)Writing. Writing in the air, or as hand movements, as bullets or... just on black canvas. It. Hurts to look at, so they don't.
They let their hand drop to their stick, more of a stake now with the end having been bitten off, but still faithful. They try to reach for the feeling of their own magic, but it slips out of their grasp like quicksilver. They bristle, try to make themself seem bigger. There's no point in stealth now.
"I do not understand you," they state plainly, eyesockets narrowed. "Do not come any closer." They take a step back without looking, feeling for the base of the stairs with a foot.