Post by Wade West on May 23, 2021 2:52:32 GMT
One foot in front of the other.
All the thinking power, all of his instincts, honed into that one thought.
Get out alive. If possible. One might say that despite his new form, a gremlin of remarkable mechanical intelligence and limited physical capacity, would have, at the least, devised a plan to better escape from his pursuers, or pursuer, since Kore had deigned not to join the chase. Only that stupid cat.
Wade loved both cats and dogs, but he might start leaning towards being more of a dog-lover.
Just a little bit, at least.
Still, despite his panic, Demoknack kept his eyes on each section of the aisle, noting the various items. Nope, not what he wanted. Nope, that would not do. Nope, that is not what he needed. Which aisle was it?
Demoknack scanned another aisle quickly before hopping again but not before his eyes widened at a scary sight.
The cat could phase through stuff. It could go intangible! What kind of superpredator was this thing?
Maybe he should have been expecting this. It was a cat made of shadows. A shadowcat?
He could come up with a cool (or maybe even belittling) nickname for it later. It definitely was not a nice kitty. He knew that much.
Kore kept talking. Why was she talking? Did she expect him to answer? While he was running for his life? His tiny gremlin lungs only let him do so much! If he tried to do both either his lungs gave out or that cat would be upon him.
Still, he heard bits, and his gremlin mind was good at multi-tasking. How else was Demoknack so good at constructing devices from scratch? He ran as he went through each piece of dialogue, keeping eyes on the cat when he could. Not good. Wade knew Kore was not a supervillain, at least, not to his knowledge. Not that he would suspect her of being one, even if they were a little like strangers to one another. Acquaintances. That was the word. They were, at least, acquaintances. However, his impression of her was far different from how she was now. Sure, he had overheard something about demons when he had walked in that one day on DnD night, but he thought nothing of it.
What was going on? Was she a demon hunter of some kind? Not so crazy a thought.
It certainly someone who was so full of energy and vigor was now so cold and dangerous.
Scary. Yeesh, everything about this was scary. Why was her attitude now any surprise? Wait, did she call him a cockroach?
Nobody called Demoknack a cockroach.
. . . wait, where did the cat go?
Claws and fangs met him as he leaped once more. In his fear, Demoknack froze slightly before waving his arms, trying desperately to stop his motion. He partially succeed. His tail with its barbed tip had straightened out in fear--much like a cat's--and caught one of the tops of the shelves.
He stretched forward within the claws of the cat before being yanked back, almost like a rubberband. However, the claws grazed his chest and bleeding him but, most noticeably, struck the strange circular dial serving as a sort of beltbuckle on his stomach. If the beast felt pain, it would as some of its claws would glance off that metallic structure easily with the dial being no less worse off.
"WHAAAAH!"
Back to Demoknack's flight, the whiplash and subsequent blow helped him escape from the jaws of death. Literally.
But Demoknack felt like puking as he flew backwards and to the side, straight into the middle of an aisle's shelves. His back, head, and side all collided with it and collided further down with a few more items and shelves before falling on the floor and feeling like a used up dollar bill. Not his best day at all.
All the thinking power, all of his instincts, honed into that one thought.
Get out alive. If possible. One might say that despite his new form, a gremlin of remarkable mechanical intelligence and limited physical capacity, would have, at the least, devised a plan to better escape from his pursuers, or pursuer, since Kore had deigned not to join the chase. Only that stupid cat.
Wade loved both cats and dogs, but he might start leaning towards being more of a dog-lover.
Just a little bit, at least.
Still, despite his panic, Demoknack kept his eyes on each section of the aisle, noting the various items. Nope, not what he wanted. Nope, that would not do. Nope, that is not what he needed. Which aisle was it?
Demoknack scanned another aisle quickly before hopping again but not before his eyes widened at a scary sight.
The cat could phase through stuff. It could go intangible! What kind of superpredator was this thing?
Maybe he should have been expecting this. It was a cat made of shadows. A shadowcat?
He could come up with a cool (or maybe even belittling) nickname for it later. It definitely was not a nice kitty. He knew that much.
Kore kept talking. Why was she talking? Did she expect him to answer? While he was running for his life? His tiny gremlin lungs only let him do so much! If he tried to do both either his lungs gave out or that cat would be upon him.
Still, he heard bits, and his gremlin mind was good at multi-tasking. How else was Demoknack so good at constructing devices from scratch? He ran as he went through each piece of dialogue, keeping eyes on the cat when he could. Not good. Wade knew Kore was not a supervillain, at least, not to his knowledge. Not that he would suspect her of being one, even if they were a little like strangers to one another. Acquaintances. That was the word. They were, at least, acquaintances. However, his impression of her was far different from how she was now. Sure, he had overheard something about demons when he had walked in that one day on DnD night, but he thought nothing of it.
What was going on? Was she a demon hunter of some kind? Not so crazy a thought.
It certainly someone who was so full of energy and vigor was now so cold and dangerous.
Scary. Yeesh, everything about this was scary. Why was her attitude now any surprise? Wait, did she call him a cockroach?
Nobody called Demoknack a cockroach.
. . . wait, where did the cat go?
Claws and fangs met him as he leaped once more. In his fear, Demoknack froze slightly before waving his arms, trying desperately to stop his motion. He partially succeed. His tail with its barbed tip had straightened out in fear--much like a cat's--and caught one of the tops of the shelves.
He stretched forward within the claws of the cat before being yanked back, almost like a rubberband. However, the claws grazed his chest and bleeding him but, most noticeably, struck the strange circular dial serving as a sort of beltbuckle on his stomach. If the beast felt pain, it would as some of its claws would glance off that metallic structure easily with the dial being no less worse off.
"WHAAAAH!"
Back to Demoknack's flight, the whiplash and subsequent blow helped him escape from the jaws of death. Literally.
But Demoknack felt like puking as he flew backwards and to the side, straight into the middle of an aisle's shelves. His back, head, and side all collided with it and collided further down with a few more items and shelves before falling on the floor and feeling like a used up dollar bill. Not his best day at all.