[ He should have noticed it quicker, Shouto's state. He was slow because of his own half-numbed one, horrified at just how quickly and brutally so many could be destroyed when he knew something had appeared and came as quickly as he could. And because, staring into that eye... it's hypnotic. He knows that, he's seen this before. This is something that he... he should--
-- why does it make him feel like his blood's coming alive...?
Todoroki's choked cry snaps him out of it though, and he turns quickly to the other, face immediately twisting in sympathetic horror. Ah, no, he should have noticed. Instinctively he reaches out to rest a comforting hand on his shoulder, when the flames begin to lick across the side of his face suddenly and he stops.
No, that's... ]
Todoroki! [ shit, he's too fast, and Allen has to momentarily throw his hands up to shield himself from the sudden heat ] Todoroki, stop!
That kind of creature, it's -- ! [ what kind of creature
He's jumped down headlong with him though, heedless of the flames now pouring off the other boy or that he hasn't invoked his own ability yet. No glimmering cloak for protection.
He understands how you feel, but reacting like this— he reaches out to grab him by his right shoulder and forcibly spin him around to look at him, his own expression one of true panic as much as it's a commanding bark. ]
You can't breathe that gas in!
[ The gas, which... even if Shouto attempts to incinerate that great eyeball and the cracked piece of face it resides in, it merely scorches the surface no matter how much how hot it is. It does virtually nothing, being made of a thing entirely not of the physical world or limited by most of its physics. But the thick viscous fluid oozing out of the cracks, what looked like blood... ignites and smolders as oil might, releasing more of the thick, noxious stuff into the air.
Poison? Yes. But the bigger worry might be how the surface of the eye suddenly seems to... warp. Bulge.
And then splits, two gangly arms peeling their way out of it. Like a baby crawling from its mother's dead belly. ]
CW: incoming eye gore
-- why does it make him feel like his blood's coming alive...?
Todoroki's choked cry snaps him out of it though, and he turns quickly to the other, face immediately twisting in sympathetic horror. Ah, no, he should have noticed. Instinctively he reaches out to rest a comforting hand on his shoulder, when the flames begin to lick across the side of his face suddenly and he stops.
No, that's... ]
Todoroki! [ shit, he's too fast, and Allen has to momentarily throw his hands up to shield himself from the sudden heat ] Todoroki, stop!
That kind of creature, it's -- ! [ what kind of creature
He's jumped down headlong with him though, heedless of the flames now pouring off the other boy or that he hasn't invoked his own ability yet. No glimmering cloak for protection.
He understands how you feel, but reacting like this— he reaches out to grab him by his right shoulder and forcibly spin him around to look at him, his own expression one of true panic as much as it's a commanding bark. ]
You can't breathe that gas in!
[ The gas, which... even if Shouto attempts to incinerate that great eyeball and the cracked piece of face it resides in, it merely scorches the surface no matter how much how hot it is. It does virtually nothing, being made of a thing entirely not of the physical world or limited by most of its physics. But the thick viscous fluid oozing out of the cracks, what looked like blood... ignites and smolders as oil might, releasing more of the thick, noxious stuff into the air.
Poison? Yes. But the bigger worry might be how the surface of the eye suddenly seems to... warp. Bulge.
And then splits, two gangly arms peeling their way out of it. Like a baby crawling from its mother's dead belly. ]