[ of course that's how he knows—the paintball guns? they're a thing of beauty and genius, life, brilliance, and here is percy, back with gun smoke in hand. from the first boom black smoke has begun to pour out of the muzzle of the gun. the screaming mouth on the end is red hot from the sheet force of the blast. slowly, the thick, black ichor begins to twist itself, around his wrists and arms, churning upwards to flare out of the collar of his shirt like an abysmal halo.
it forms the maw of a great bird with... teeth? and glowing eyes. it takes percy's head in one fell swoop like a great mask and then he moves, rushing forward swiftly and not just firing into the pew, but smashing into it. the gun is part firearm, part battering ram.
when percy speak, the smoke oozes harder, inky blackness radiating from him, passes through his lips with another pained, rictus grin all wide with teeth, his and this strange, moving, smoking helm that slowly twists percy's hands around his gun, holds him fast and tight.
it spills down the blue of the coat. staining it dark. ] What are you doing, Vax? Hiding? [ he cackles, wildly, swinging down again—and missing, just wailing into the wall instead, having to wrench it free. the smoke flares out as percy whips the gun back and aims it once more.
(think, you useless bird... some part of percy whispers ferociously. think.) ]
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it forms the maw of a great bird with... teeth? and glowing eyes. it takes percy's head in one fell swoop like a great mask and then he moves, rushing forward swiftly and not just firing into the pew, but smashing into it. the gun is part firearm, part battering ram.
when percy speak, the smoke oozes harder, inky blackness radiating from him, passes through his lips with another pained, rictus grin all wide with teeth, his and this strange, moving, smoking helm that slowly twists percy's hands around his gun, holds him fast and tight.
it spills down the blue of the coat. staining it dark. ] What are you doing, Vax? Hiding? [ he cackles, wildly, swinging down again—and missing, just wailing into the wall instead, having to wrench it free. the smoke flares out as percy whips the gun back and aims it once more.
(think, you useless bird... some part of percy whispers ferociously. think.) ]