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[drinkuntilidie]

[These spiders are really getting on Kevas' last nerves. He can't leave his room without being bitten three or four times be the damn things. At this point he's not even trying to avoid stepping on them. Any of the little buggers that get in his way will become nothing but a smear.

The last pest to bite him was an odd looking one but it delivered one painful bite for its size. Annoying yes, but it doesn't give Kevas any cause for concern...or at least it didn't until a pair of large swellings formed on his wrists.]

I t'ink dere might be sometin' wrong wid me.

[He pokes tenderly at one of the swellings.]

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*MAKES THE ROUNDS*

[sacredbrand.livejournal.com]

You and a few others, I've noticed.

Were you bitten as well?

It's Nel M.D.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Aye, and it be swellin' up pretty-[Kevas touches one of the swellings again, but this time a long strand of web fires out and attaches to the wall.]

What da hell!? Alright dere definitely be sometin' wrong wid me.

WTFH STOP BLOWING YOUR WEB EVERYWHERE

[sacredbrand.livejournal.com]

Kindly explain your symptoms. Are you in any pain?

[She has fuck-all else to do but go around the Keep and offer magical healin'.]

STFU YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO *BLOWS WEB*

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

I be...shootin' web.

[Confused troll is so confused. He continues examining his wrists and as he flexes his wrist another string of web shoots from the swelling plastering against the wall.

What's happening to him?]

SOY POLICIA *SLAPS WRIST*

[sacredbrand.livejournal.com]

...

[Coming from a military-esque background, Nel is familiar with multiple euphemisms. She hopes he's not saying what it sounds like he's saying.]

Please don't add to the mess, the castle's already a jungle of webs. Just stay put-- where are you?

FUCK THE POLICE! *SPRAYS WEB*

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Nel if he was using s euphemism he would at least be decent enough to let you know that's what he was doing.]

Outside da barracks.

[Flexing his wrist again, another strand of web shoots out. This time though Kevas aims towards the roof of the barracks. It only reaches about halfway but that's good enough. Kevas tugs on the strand, testing its strength, and then begins scaling the wall.

Why? Well, why not?]

PINCHE CABRON!

[sacredbrand.livejournal.com]

[So considerate, Kevas, explaining when his naughtiness is running at the mouth.

When Nel exits the barracks, fighting a long strand of web that refused to disentangle itself from her hair, she can't see hide nor hair of the lanky green troll-man. Her senses tweak and she looks up on a whim.]

..................

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT ONE MEANS! GOOGLE TRANSLATE HAS FAILED ME!

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[It's because he respects her so much.

By the time she arrives Kevas is almost at the top already. He can't explain it but he's feeling incredibly agile, more so than he normally is. In fact it feels almost unnatural, as if there's an enchantment on him.

Feeling as if he's being watched, Kevas looks down and finds Nel. All he does is give her a small wave, having no idea what to say.]

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pinche%20cabron >:CCC

[sacredbrand.livejournal.com]

[There isn't anything TO say.

Nel tries and fails to find the words. She thought she'd ceased to be surprised by any whacked-out shenanigans to cross her path, but...]

I'm guessing you don't need to be healed.

[sanomorior]

Spider bite?

[FUCKING SPIDERS, SERIOUSLY]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

If not den dis be one helluva rash.

[sanomorior]

Symptoms?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

I be spraying web.

[And doing flips that would make a trapeze artist jealous.]

[sanomorior]

...Excuse me?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Dere be no uddah way to explain it ladymon.

[sanomorior]

From where?

[Please don't say your ass.

Or your eyeballs.

Please don't.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

A pair of swellin's on my wrists.

[Ladymon you have a strange imagination.]

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[purrtndyfuntms.livejournal.com]

:33 < :00 what happened?

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[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Blink. Is that supposed to be a face?]

Spidah bit me, and now I be shootin' web.

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[purrtndyfuntms.livejournal.com]

:33 < :OO *nepeta pawnders whether it was really a spider or if purrchance it might have b33n a spidery troll or a troll purrtending to be a spider!*

:33 < *shooting webs sounds like a fun game! she says*

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[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a little longer to figure that one out.]

No I be pretty sure dat it was a spidah.

It be havin' its uses dat be fuh sure.

[In fact Kevas might be hanging from the ceiling as they speak.]

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[purrtndyfuntms.livejournal.com]

:33 < *nepeta pawnders what Kevas could use sticky spider webs for other than catching and killing cute sw33t animals and his friends*

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[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

It be makin' climbin' 'round lot easiuh.

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[purrtndyfuntms.livejournal.com]

:33 < heehee! so do claws!

:33 < claws are better than stupid webs

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[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Oh I don't know 'bout dat. Joo t'ink dem claws could cut dis web?