The cell's light pulses again with its heartbeat, waxing white. The eye at the centre of Judgement's brambly mass... moves, drawing closer, a thick curtain of vines bending and cracking like strange, jerky joints as they cover and protect it.
She moves until she is directly above Chara, looking down, mandibles rotating uncertainly. Then there is a sound like a branch snapping, and she drops.
She jerks to a halt a few metres from their face. In the midst of the roots her eye seems almost projected on an oblong surface as smooth as glass.
It flickers, and something almost like a voice emerges from the mass of her body up above, a buzzing and a rumbling and a vision of a distorted memory.
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Date: 2017-06-27 02:03 pm (UTC)She moves until she is directly above Chara, looking down, mandibles rotating uncertainly. Then there is a sound like a branch snapping, and she drops.
She jerks to a halt a few metres from their face. In the midst of the roots her eye seems almost projected on an oblong surface as smooth as glass.
It flickers, and something almost like a voice emerges from the mass of her body up above, a buzzing and a rumbling and a vision of a distorted memory.
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