"You hear that? She called you a bitch." Jericho giggled playfully like a teenage girl gossiping. The only thing he seemed to be contributing to this activity were his offhanded comments like this one that sounded far more cheerful than the actual nature of their situation.
While Jericho was laughing, Rina was not. She was petrified with agony and indecision when The Black Cat explained to her what a burrow grub was and what it meant for her and her unborn child. Not even Jericho had heard of such a vile little thing until now and was beginning to wonder where The Black Cat had got a hold of it in the first place. But after briefly mulling over it, he dismissed the idea quickly as it was not very difficult to get your hands on anything as a dark mage. It was a surprisingly small world for their kind. It was only as difficult to get what you wanted as much as you made it for yourself, after all.
Jericho ignored the papers in front of him for a moment and gave the pitiable Rina Tempest his condolences. "Yikes. You hear that, Rina? Depending on your answer, you may not be alive in a few minutes! Crazy how quickly life can flicker away, isn't it? For the born and yet-to-be!" He slapped his knee in a jeering fit of snickers, "Don't tell my employer, but I really am not a fan of violence myself! It really breaks my heart to see women like you have to make choices like these. Food or medicine, which will you buy? Your lifestyle or your very lives, which will crumble after all of this unfolds? It really is tragic!"
The cloaked man filled the silence between all three of them with his half-truths. It was in situations like these that his true character really showed itself. The solemn, moody, quiet man that The Black Cat and their former colleagues were so used only existed on Mt. Hakobe. The more time he spent outside of their fortress, the closer he was becoming to the true maniacal and light-hearted Ahote Laspor.
Jericho sighed recedingly and struggled to suppress his snickers, "You know—this all reminds me of the kids back in my old fortress. Their lives were short but the way they went is something to write home about!" Rina Tempest looked up at him with a horrified countenance.
"Let's see—we strapped some of our new explosives to them, gave them some funky serums, and some other things—it's all kind of a blur. But this. . ." Jericho walked over to The Black Cat and hovered over her box. His hands caressed it gingerly without taking it from her and he seemed visibly excited when his veiled gaze met Rina's flat belly, ". . . this is something I've never seen before! What do you think little Tempest is thinking, Rina? Huh?"
"Stop it. . .!" Rina finally spoke, her voice trembling and choked.
Jericho walked over behind her and began to press his cloaked mouth against her ear, "Will they ever get to be born? Hmm? Are they, Mommy? Is that poor, poor baby going to see the light of day after this? Hmmmm? I really. . . really want to know. . ." The cloaked man moaned into her ear with eerie anticipation. Jericho was beginning to get ahead of himself hearing himself talk since he hardly ever seems to get the chance. It seemed like his true character violently unleashes in such hectic circumstances.
"You guys wouldn't do such a thing. . .!" she protested with a horrified expression on her pale complexion.
"Have you ever seen a grub burrow do such a thing before? I haven't! But I want to! I wanna see how it squirms down your throat and eats every last tissue and muscle and how. . . and how. . .!" Jericho was breathing heavily at this point and suddenly remembered how gross it'd be to watch that unfold. He wasn't lying when he said he had an aversion to violence and gore and would avoid it if it he could, no matter how interesting it really was. The idea seemed to arouse him more than the picture in his head.
Jericho pulled away from a terrified Rina in abrupt silence, stammering over to The Black Cat in his ghoulish stupor. He whispered in his heavy breaths, "Ah. . . I don't have the stomach to watch that, I think. . . are you really going to do that? That's pretty gross, kitty. . . where'd you even get that?"
It was strange how quickly he departed from the idea of the burrow grub entering Rina Tempest and even stranger how excited he fell over the idea of it in the first place. This man was different from the one who led Basilisk Fang, for sure.
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Other Notes: Rina Tempest