Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190829112001

She had bristled at Diaboli's approach, like a wounded beast the tension, suspicion and fear in her eyes was apparent. Jett nearly cut him as he bent over, fearing he was about to attack. Instead his words caught her off guard. Even if he was merely pretending, a criminal showing compassion to her in this state was the last thing she expected.

"I dont need your help! I- im fine, really!" she snapped, but the lie sounded weaker than she intended. Adrenaline and fear let her moving earlier that night, bu tnow they had a momen of respite the severity of her wounds was made very clear. Though the synth muscles held no nerves, the dull throbbing she felt was worrying, it meant injuries deep enough to slice her actual, flesh and bone legs.

She tried to move them, only for a sudden zap of white hot, sharp pain to surge through them. Jett gasped, nearly falling over, but trying to play it off as just a stumble from the rocking ship. Childish pride wouldnt let her accept this creepy man's help, and she didnt like being used as a bargaining chip for either side's advantage.

Why was the boat suddenly so bumpy anyway...

She regretted asking, as a long, dark shadow wiggled over her from behind. She whirled around in a panic, weapon in hand but unable to move away as it lunged. The tentacles caught her waist, crushing it with strength enough to suck the air from her chest.

She fought, screamed and struggled. Her legs were useless, but her arms flailed, scraping and grabbing for anything to slow her down. Her hand caught something, and she latched on for dear life, realizing it was Dust's arm.

It was almost ridiculous how calm the man was given the situation. Then again he wasnt the one being dragged to a watery death... she looked up at his eyes, teeth gritted with the strain, and nodded. He seemed like he had a plan, which was at least much better than Jett's blind panic.

He had a penchant for unusual plans, but even so, blasting the nearest person was extreme even for Dust. She braced herself against the shockwave, gasping first in relief when she felt the tentacle loosening, then horror when she saw the state of her saviour.

He ran off to tend to Hazel, leaving her alone, but against the weakened appendage Jett was capable of fending for herself again. Her meat cleaver weapon was perfect for the task of chopping and hacking away the rubbery flesh. She cut herself free with a few hefty swings, then harpooned the ground close to the center of the deck, reeling herself to relative safety lest the creature come after her again.