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"I would hope so. The best kind of parents would. If that's a threat though well ones invited to try." The cadence went from endeared to abrupt cold. He knew his actions were going to attract ire, he opened with titling himself a villain after all. He didn't want to conquer the world but the limitations of the modern world wasn't going to provide enough for what he needed to see done. The universe though I'm all it's wonders and mysteries had given him another option. "As for the other question, no."
She'd feel it a sense of sadness that took dominance over the emotions of Venus. "She would wake up to a world of likely a mother dead. A father likely dead and turned into a criminal. His face replaced with a reminder of how her family ended. A revelation accepted because of the start, she'd wake up." The woman had another question allowed while waiting or perhaps simultaneously his attention would go to his weeds. It was hard to grasp still how his attention and consciousness managed to split.
"Uhm... ello!, ye doin' alright sir?..."
For a moment the mannequin does nothing the flowered face looking down almost lifeless. Eventually it creaks though roots straining as head tilts to respond. “No. How can one afraid for their daughter ever be.” The sound was strange almost more an echo inside a tree then from someone speaking. For all the alien nature of its voice and visage though the emotion behind it was of someone human.
Of course the weed man didn't know the name of the one in the grip, Kieran’s eyebrows however went up to his forehead almost.
“Oh fuck, is she lost or something? Do you need help finding her or someone to call the police? Uh. Is she also plant-like?” He asked, some thought seeming to go into what kind of petals the face had. Features to try and help find someone presumably.
In this particular weed man's case his petals had derived from a daffodil. Course with a bit more looking around it may reveal how little that might mean or narrowed things down. There were many with a face just like his and many that were different. “She's safe yet sick. Condition depends on how she's cured. Which demands poisons, their counters, and a lot of blood.”
The man’s eyes turned sad and he sighed. “I'm so sorry to hear that… it ain't the same I don't think, but I'm also here to try and help my best girl. Sophie. She needs both hips replaced and I’m on my way to ask my sister to help me cover it. You know?. Vet bills get expensive… do you need help getting anywhere man?. Back to your daughter or somethin’? I’ll walk you.” He said, gently patting the flower man’s back.
“Costly venture doing what's right.” The wooden figure would relinquish the man after a moment. The embrace was welcoming a reminder of what once was. However he wasn't going to spare people just cause appealed to Venus’ once humanity. He knew some he might bleed were good people but none mattered compared to his daughter. “This is just a puppet the real me is up there” an elongated limb moving to point towards the news building. “A donation of blood could help save a life.” He was starting to realize he'd been too impatient perhaps. Robbing a blood bank might have been a smarter move. Had already committed however so he would hope his weed man would have uncovered a volunteer.
“A donation? But… if she's sick wouldn't she be… oh. I guess I can go ask you then.” While the man from out of town looked to drag the weed man along his journey to the tower attention moved to another question. Hailing from a northern source. What shadow puppets managed to do Venus couldn't say. From this position though he did get to see things more however.
"Per person. Maybe your drunk, sorry father can head this way while you try and deal with some of them?" He wasn't sure if taking on the whole gang was an option for whatever the kid could do. Perhaps though he could at least split the team up or keep someone like the bunny already picked on from aiding the others.
Elemental Three & A Bunny
"Nice" she remarked to the idea of Crysis as a name. Isadora honestly thought that also better than hers, way less on the nose. If roles were revedsed shed probably go with the name Pink Crystal or something. Crysis was a name, rabbit foot? That was about as on the nose as things could get. "Do they have seeds?" She figured it was a joke, maybe in a crude one implying a kick below the belt. Now she was wondering though if they did have something like that? Unnamed Cup Girl chimed in and a snicker escaped Izzy who muttered a "yup."
Right now they didn't have a plan. That was peak bad idea, Izzy though didn't mind. She was fast so she might have been first to react but she wasn't the only hero out here. She wasn't going to come up with an inventive way to reach the top of a building, she figured others better suited for that job. Some people were the coach and some kicked the field goal. And well foot was in her name not coach.
Amused by the compliment and pun was sandwiched between a question. That she didn't know right away how to answer. A pause as she followed in walking. "Was like something bit me. Pulled something maybe? Moved to fast before ready, I'll be okay. I'd stick to Fallen Angel by the way. Has meaning." Not to far ahead was the building closest to the construction on their right. To their left a subway tunnel that could provide an in if they knew way around. Izzy didn't feel like saying they should go balance across a crane was a welcome idea though so she followed. She'd be happy to kick their way in, so if the impromptu team wanted a more clever plan they'd have to pitch it themselves.
"I would hope so. The best kind of parents would. If that's a threat though well ones invited to try." The cadence went from endeared to abrupt cold. He knew his actions were going to attract ire, he opened with titling himself a villain after all. He didn't want to conquer the world but the limitations of the modern world wasn't going to provide enough for what he needed to see done. The universe though I'm all it's wonders and mysteries had given him another option. "As for the other question, no."
She'd feel it a sense of sadness that took dominance over the emotions of Venus. "She would wake up to a world of likely a mother dead. A father likely dead and turned into a criminal. His face replaced with a reminder of how her family ended. A revelation accepted because of the start, she'd wake up." The woman had another question allowed while waiting or perhaps simultaneously his attention would go to his weeds. It was hard to grasp still how his attention and consciousness managed to split.
"Uhm... ello!, ye doin' alright sir?..."
For a moment the mannequin does nothing the flowered face looking down almost lifeless. Eventually it creaks though roots straining as head tilts to respond. “No. How can one afraid for their daughter ever be.” The sound was strange almost more an echo inside a tree then from someone speaking. For all the alien nature of its voice and visage though the emotion behind it was of someone human.
Of course the weed man didn't know the name of the one in the grip, Kieran’s eyebrows however went up to his forehead almost.
“Oh fuck, is she lost or something? Do you need help finding her or someone to call the police? Uh. Is she also plant-like?” He asked, some thought seeming to go into what kind of petals the face had. Features to try and help find someone presumably.
In this particular weed man's case his petals had derived from a daffodil. Course with a bit more looking around it may reveal how little that might mean or narrowed things down. There were many with a face just like his and many that were different. “She's safe yet sick. Condition depends on how she's cured. Which demands poisons, their counters, and a lot of blood.”
The man’s eyes turned sad and he sighed. “I'm so sorry to hear that… it ain't the same I don't think, but I'm also here to try and help my best girl. Sophie. She needs both hips replaced and I’m on my way to ask my sister to help me cover it. You know?. Vet bills get expensive… do you need help getting anywhere man?. Back to your daughter or somethin’? I’ll walk you.” He said, gently patting the flower man’s back.
“Costly venture doing what's right.” The wooden figure would relinquish the man after a moment. The embrace was welcoming a reminder of what once was. However he wasn't going to spare people just cause appealed to Venus’ once humanity. He knew some he might bleed were good people but none mattered compared to his daughter. “This is just a puppet the real me is up there” an elongated limb moving to point towards the news building. “A donation of blood could help save a life.” He was starting to realize he'd been too impatient perhaps. Robbing a blood bank might have been a smarter move. Had already committed however so he would hope his weed man would have uncovered a volunteer.
“A donation? But… if she's sick wouldn't she be… oh. I guess I can go ask you then.” While the man from out of town looked to drag the weed man along his journey to the tower attention moved to another question. Hailing from a northern source. What shadow puppets managed to do Venus couldn't say. From this position though he did get to see things more however.
"Per person. Maybe your drunk, sorry father can head this way while you try and deal with some of them?" He wasn't sure if taking on the whole gang was an option for whatever the kid could do. Perhaps though he could at least split the team up or keep someone like the bunny already picked on from aiding the others.
Elemental Three & A Bunny
"Nice" she remarked to the idea of Crysis as a name. Isadora honestly thought that also better than hers, way less on the nose. If roles were revedsed shed probably go with the name Pink Crystal or something. Crysis was a name, rabbit foot? That was about as on the nose as things could get. "Do they have seeds?" She figured it was a joke, maybe in a crude one implying a kick below the belt. Now she was wondering though if they did have something like that? Unnamed Cup Girl chimed in and a snicker escaped Izzy who muttered a "yup."
Right now they didn't have a plan. That was peak bad idea, Izzy though didn't mind. She was fast so she might have been first to react but she wasn't the only hero out here. She wasn't going to come up with an inventive way to reach the top of a building, she figured others better suited for that job. Some people were the coach and some kicked the field goal. And well foot was in her name not coach.
Amused by the compliment and pun was sandwiched between a question. That she didn't know right away how to answer. A pause as she followed in walking. "Was like something bit me. Pulled something maybe? Moved to fast before ready, I'll be okay. I'd stick to Fallen Angel by the way. Has meaning." Not to far ahead was the building closest to the construction on their right. To their left a subway tunnel that could provide an in if they knew way around. Izzy didn't feel like saying they should go balance across a crane was a welcome idea though so she followed. She'd be happy to kick their way in, so if the impromptu team wanted a more clever plan they'd have to pitch it themselves.