[ On high alert, Allen barely notices he let go. One of the fingers on his left hand twitches slightly, the bladed claw bouncing for a moment as his posture is like that of a dog straining on a leash. ]
Mn. [ As he speaks, a human-sized form peeks from around the legs of the statue. Like a small child might hide behind its mother's skirt before peering around it, it stares up at the two of them with wide, utterly unafraid eyes. With intelligence and childlike curiosity, and looking like a twisted, pot-bellied corrupted cherub. Glowing wings like a fairy and a series of halo-like discs above its head, it has ball-joints like a doll come to life with one male breast, one female.
Allen swallows, a strange sort of expression coming over him. Wired as much as it is suddenly quite calm. ]
Level four...
[ Beasts, in the Trench, do not so much speak as howl. Raging and crying out, they more or less rampage like wounded animals. They look and sound inhuman, and therein is one of the biggest differences between them and an akuma. Especially one this evolved.
It's intelligent and speaks perfectly well, with a thin and sing-song voice as it looks first to the thing it's been holding in its hands, then back up at Allen and Shouto.
It decides they're more interesting and drops the severed head, chewing on its pinky instead as it cocks its head to the side.
"Do you... want to play?"
The head hasn't even come to a stop before Allen leaps headlong forward and down without so much as a second look. ]
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Mn. [ As he speaks, a human-sized form peeks from around the legs of the statue. Like a small child might hide behind its mother's skirt before peering around it, it stares up at the two of them with wide, utterly unafraid eyes. With intelligence and childlike curiosity, and looking like a twisted, pot-bellied corrupted cherub. Glowing wings like a fairy and a series of halo-like discs above its head, it has ball-joints like a doll come to life with one male breast, one female.
Allen swallows, a strange sort of expression coming over him. Wired as much as it is suddenly quite calm. ]
Level four...
[ Beasts, in the Trench, do not so much speak as howl. Raging and crying out, they more or less rampage like wounded animals. They look and sound inhuman, and therein is one of the biggest differences between them and an akuma. Especially one this evolved.
It's intelligent and speaks perfectly well, with a thin and sing-song voice as it looks first to the thing it's been holding in its hands, then back up at Allen and Shouto.
It decides they're more interesting and drops the severed head, chewing on its pinky instead as it cocks its head to the side.
"Do you... want to play?"
The head hasn't even come to a stop before Allen leaps headlong forward and down without so much as a second look. ]