glory to the second-in-command.

[enfire]

WHO Heat & Various Tribe (and Honorary!) Members
WHERE Embryon Base
WHEN Slightly backdated -- December 26th.
STYLE Either way; I'll follow your lead!
STATUS Closed to those at the base.
WARNING Cannibals.



Hunched over one of the tables, Heat seemed to be busy at work with something. He hadn't been aware of this whole 'christmas' and 'gift-giving' thing until the day had passed. But he didn't seem to be letting that stop him from doing, well... something. He pulled a frayed ribbon into a bow on the last package, and looked at it with a smirk, apparently proud of his own handywork. He had taken great care with that one, standing back to admire how it looked atop the others.

The gifts ranged in size and shape, and the paper that covered them was unmatching and torn, then taped together awkwardly, some of them with bits of ribbon taped on as well. But the last one was certainly the 'best' if it could even be called that... Beneath the table, there seemed to be a puddle forming, dark and thick -- as something seemed to be leaking out from them.

Heat took a step back, hands on his hips as he admired the stack of presents, feeling accomplished at the completion of his task.

Comments

[techno_shaman]

[By instinct, her curiosity forces her to rock to the side, trying to sneak a peek at what he's working on but seeing nothing but her comrade.]

Oh, do you need help?

[enfire]

No, I... finished it.

( awk~ward... he's not exactly sure how to even go about this. for a moment or two, heat's just going to... shuffle around uncomfortably, looking at the ground before finally turning back to her and spitting out -- ) I have something for you!

[techno_shaman]

[Something's got to be wrong, though she's not quick to figure out exactly what that is. He just looks really uncomfortable.

Hearing his next words throws her off.]

For me?

[enfire]

Y-yeah... ( he scratched behind his head for a moment, then, realizing that he had been idle since he mentioned it -- seemed to quickly snap himself back to reality, turning, and plucking the first package off the pile.

by now, the wrappings were growing darker and damper... )

This one's yours. It's... for Christmas.

[techno_shaman]

Christmas? Oh... [Her eyes light up. That's the word. She's heard it before. Is this what it is? A day to give gifts?]

What is it? Can I-

[On second thought...]

I should get some paper towels first...

[enfire]

You should open it right now! ( whoops... he's just nervous okay -- ) It -- it'll be better if you open it now.

[techno_shaman]

[Well, if he insists, she'll just...pull back the dryer part of the wrapping paper and see what it is...]

[enfire]

( and there, under the wettest layer, the darkest stained... is a heart. it's ripped off from the aorta and vena cava, and wrapped carefully in a bow.

hearts have some sort of significance around these people in the bubble, didn't they? )

[techno_shaman]

[Her first human reaction is shock and disgust; she drops the heart on the floor and brings her damp hands in front of her face with a short gasp.

But Varnani absolutely adores this gift, and a combination of seeing the plump organ mixed with the smell on Sera's hands causes the demon to make itself known. Sera's eyes turn yellow, and she starts to have an inner struggle between her two sides in front of him.]

[enfire]

Sera -- ! ( and with that gasp, heat's first reaction is to reach out to her. crap. had he done the wrong thing again? had the gift frightened her? didn't she like it?
but as he noted those eyes... he kept himself back -- ) Sera, what's wrong.