After a quiet night in his room, Balthazar wakes in a labyrinth of clutter and dust, sprawled across a threadbare red velvet divan. The smell of the place, and the feel, is so utterly familiar he sits bolt upright. Home? Home! Delight and relief are immediately replaced by a vague sense of regret. He can't quite remember where he thought he
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He cuts himself off with a gasp as the creature appears, rearing up from beneath a shrouded table, its head easily at the level of Balthazar's waist. It's not a lizard, precisely, but it's not a snake, either, at least six sets of clawed legs dangling from the rearing front part of its body. There may be more; the remainder of it is still hidden. Its face is snub-nosed, but when the mouth drops open it shows an array of wicked fangs.
"South American basilisk," Balthazar murmurs quietly, identifying the monster quickly. "Try not to meet its eyes."
Hideously venomous, these things. Even a prolonged stare is sometimes enough to sicken or paralyze. He's watching its shadow on the floor.
((I thought I had replied to this yesterday. Sorry!))
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But he will have to make due. He's not the most agile thing in human form, so this one will have to do.
His body stays bunched, and he stares at the creature's maw. So long as he does not meet the creature's eyes, he should be okay. Basilisks in movies and games alike tend to petrify others - literally - so maybe that's what it does? Even so, he recognizes that his intimidation may not work as well.
{Not a problem in the slightest! :)}}
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"If I get bitten, run upstairs and barricade yourself in my apartment," he orders quietly. He's not sure whether his guest will obey him or not, but he's hoping the younger man is willing to trust him.
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Roi shifts his body to try and make himself look more impressive in size, but... yeah. The freakin' lizard is bigger than him.
Fucksticks.
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Abruptly, his ring glows, and a coil of blue-white energy courses along the blade. Balthazar darts to one side and lashes out, steel meeting scales. The trouble with supernatural creatures is that they tend to be resistant to both weaponry and magic, and this one is no exception, but the sword appears to have cut into its side. Dark ichor hisses on the floor.
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Maybe he can weigh its head down for an easy kill? Once he's sure of his footing here, he intends on finding out.
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((Up to you what effect the blood might have on Roi; as long as it's not too dire, Balthazar can help heal it.))
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Which he tries to sink his teeth into. Hard. Wherever his teeth manage to sink into - whether its neck or its shoulder, the spray of the gore into his mouth is a bit too much what he was expecting in the heat of the moment. His mouth burns and his paws ache from the pain of having that ichor spray onto his sensitive feet. The external pain is more tolerable than the pain in his maw, and so he tries to get a grip over himself in order to change tactics.
{Okiedokie. :3~}}
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Light pours from the stone and the hand that wears it, sizzling over the scaly skin. The tail thrashes, knocking over a shelf, but the spasms weaken rapidly. Between magic and wounds, the basilisk is soon still and dead.
Panting, Balthazar turns to look at Roi. "We need to clean you off fast."
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Much like his fur had been sprayed, his clothes are also sullied, and he starts trying to yank them off, with no regard to if his hold shreds the tough material. Anything to make that burning go away! He could tolerate it better with his larger mass, but like this, it feels like it burns up, past his flesh. Even his mouth burns, far worse than accidentally ingesting a very hot pepper.
"The... the hell... is this...?! Shit, shit!" he hisses and spits (literally,) latching onto adrenaline to keep from outright crying from pain. God, what in the hell possessed him to bite the damn thing? It was in his mouth oh-god what-the-hell-is-that-shit???
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Whether Roi protests or not, Balthazar's prepared to drag him up to the bathroom and plunge him into the shower. "Breathe. Just breathe, through your nose. It's going to be all right."
((I'm off for the night, sorry for being late/slow. Still dogsitting. :P Should be around late tomorrow.))
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He doesn't have much of a defense for his biting the thing - really, the only thing on his mind at the time was to take the creature down so it couldn't hurt them. He figured that the blood was just high in acidity, not toxic.
Still, unless Balthazar is fully carrying him, climbing the stairs feels painful, and he does his best not to stumble or limp. He's endured pain like this before, he tells himself in the back of his mind, so this shouldn't be much different.
{It's okay. :3 I've been kinda lazy today, and I do have to do dishes. And my father and I had to go use the laundromat because our ( ... )
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A light kick opens the bathroom door, and the shower comes on almost as if of its own accord, the water cool, but warm enough to not be a horrible shock to the system. Balthazar actually steps into the tub with Roi, cradling him against his chest and angling him in such a way as to allow the burning blood to rinse off quickly and fully. "Rinse and spit," he orders quietly, "Don't swallow."
They're both getting drenched. Balthazar's shoes will probably never recover.
((I saw the list; that'll be helpful, thank you!))
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For now, the urge to make the pain stop is enough to keep him from unraveling into hysterics.
{:3}}
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