STOP IT. STOP IT. SLOW DOWN. WHY THE ******** ARE YOU-Andeon came spinning into view quite suddenly., his long limbs flailing wildly. His tentacles trailed behind the speeding menace that was his crystal mount, flailing like tube socks in hurricane force winds. They snapped in the air like whips, grabbing wildly for anything and everything that mgiht help slow him down. Andeon had learned to control the crystals well enough to form the throne, but getting the thing to fly was still a work in progress. He could make it through the halls well enough, but once outside the power seemed to take over.
And that power wanted nothing more that to fly through the air like some kamikaze divebomber.
It was doing just that at the moment Lattice had (unfortunately) chosen to sit down and enjoy a peaceful painting session. It was her fault, really. She should have known better than to think that
peaceful could ever describe a day at a school at which Andeosine was a student.
Student being a very, very,
very loose description of the young mindflayer's occupation. When he wasn't filling Aen'ryliis' room with cannon cats or trying to teach Idgit to say “papa”, he seemed to somehow avoid classes and detention alike. Unless Amityville suddenly decided to offer a degree in Pissing Off Aen'ryliis, Andeon didn't seem particularly interested in his academic pursuits.
In fact, he seemed interested in only
one thing at that particular moment: the tree towards which he was speeding. Andeon barely had time to protest before his chair swooped low, defiant of his panicked commands. He caught one of those perfectly shaped branches right under the chin.
His body made a very impressive
thump as his back hit the dirt, his long legs sticking up like two armor-padded pins in a very disgruntled looking pin cushion. He might have laid there for a while, were it not for the sudden and unexpected realization that he was not alone. Not only was he not alone, but his previously unseen companion had brought a pair of friends with her!
And how kind, she let them ride along attached to her chest. What a lady.
With impressive speed for someone who had at least a seventy percent chance of a concussion, Andeon scrambled to his feet and planted one foot upon the twisted root.
Yep, yep, this one passes inspection. He said, patting the bark gently,
Gotta make sure they're growing up big and strong. Andeon pulled his arm back to push his tentacles back over his shoulder.
An action that conveniently let him flex his biceps for the pretty lady.
Like me.He winked, unaware that all Lattice would see was:
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