PDARPG MISC: Pest Control - no thanks - 531 words

7. Are you not a fan of bugs and vermin? What kind of creatures would your character prefer to encounter? Draw or write about your character's critter preferences.

 

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Icarus' silicone-coated tail whisked the air in wide arcs, pummeling the ground under him every so often. The sounds of the jungle covered his furious muttering under itself, as he pouted in an indentation between two, bright green roots, his arms tightly crossed on his chest.

 

This place was fucking awful.

 

Not that he could sweat - but it felt like the moisture condensed in his body cavities. As far as obnoxiously loud hardware merchants went, they assured that an organ replaced with tech held no sensation of touch within.

 

How did they explain this, then?

 

A large figure passing the wyfex made him let out a sound, compiled of sounds of a growl and a yelp. The darn thing almost stepped on his tail.

"HEY," Icarus yelled after the thing, straightening himself out of the groove. His anger watered down into slight confusion, as the other turned around.

 

Inti turned on his taloned heels, holding a glass jar in his lower pair of hands. He had picked it up after someone had dropped it. Someone skinny, bright, loud. Maybe they screamed because they dropped their jar. The Drakaima mirrored the wyfex's movement, as Icarus titled his head far to the side. An idea struck Inti like lightning from above.

"Hey," he greeted the strange biped with an excited grin, and walked over to him, "do you know who this belongs to?"

Icarus leaned deep back into his indentation as the Drakaima shoved the jar in his face. Behind a layer of glass, back at the wyfex stared an angry, huge beetle.

 

Icarus couldn't stand insects - not as large as these razor leaf beetles. The sound they made was too loud, and they hit your face like a cop car when they didn't look where they were flying. It had been a nightmare to even find a spot that was somewhat buzz-free. Even a busy street filled with humans would've been better.

 

Eh, maybe.

 

Icarus stuck out his tongue, an incoherent sound of disgust accompanying his reaction. He pushed the vessel straight back against Inti's abdomen with his foot.

"Absolutely fucking not," Icarus seethed at him, "keep that thing away from me."

Inti took a few steps back, tightening his grip around the jar. He could feel the vibrations in his palms as the beetle bonked around the container's inner surfaces.

"But-"

"NO BUTS," Icarus screamed back at Inti, making him flinch. The wyfex stumbled up, and dusted himself off. Even the gas escaping the slashes on his shoulders hissed as if it was upset. The wyfex growled again. He shook his head.

"But if you see someone who looks like a rainbow flag," Icarus spit as he passed the Drakaima, his whole being fuming with vexation, "tell them we're leaving."

 

Inti turned as his eyes followed the wyfex, a stinging trace of hurt framing the features of his face. Whatever that weird thing was, it probably wouldn't listen to any more questions. The Drakaima lifted the jar in his hands, and tapped the glass with a claw from his upper pair of hands. The beetle buzzed around in the jar angrily, but ended belly up at the bottom of the vessel.