[He's seen some fucked up things before. Mostly in his own imagination. But whatever the hell just flashed in front of him like a whip of dark, tepid smoke was unreal; like something pulled straight from the worst nightmares he's had and woken up from with the taste of bile in his throat. Familiar and yet not. It's nothing truly core-rattling, but the abruptness of it catches him off guard; Ichimatsu jerks back, blanching, but his instincts keep him latched onto the Drifter and he doesn't let go, resulting in a more violent yank than he'd intended.]
[That - creature... with those tendrils, like roots, flowing around them. A pink eye searing with the color of Drifter's blood.]
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[what the hell is that.]
[He's seen some fucked up things before. Mostly in his own imagination. But whatever the hell just flashed in front of him like a whip of dark, tepid smoke was unreal; like something pulled straight from the worst nightmares he's had and woken up from with the taste of bile in his throat. Familiar and yet not. It's nothing truly core-rattling, but the abruptness of it catches him off guard; Ichimatsu jerks back, blanching, but his instincts keep him latched onto the Drifter and he doesn't let go, resulting in a more violent yank than he'd intended.]
[That - creature... with those tendrils, like roots, flowing around them. A pink eye searing with the color of Drifter's blood.]
H-hey... that thing...