Post by enekappa3 on Jan 24, 2011 18:23:06 GMT -4
Jet started to go about in the room, to a compartment covered by a ripped torso; lifting the torso and pulling a small lever, he opened his "closet", taking out some clothes. These were just for him to walk around this place; he had learned that whatever clothing he wore here would end up stinking of dead, and he'd need to change once he got out of the Underbelly; for that very purpose he had a house setup for the purpose of him exchanging, and it wasn't too far either, so he managed okay. He was used to the smell too. Not that it bothered him that much in the begining, but now it just didn't phase him anymore as it did in the past; after a day or two without it, the first fifteen minutes were usually tougher on his lungs, nose and stomach.
He slipped a t-shirt's opening down his short haired head, then slipped his arms in and pulled the edges down along his hair riddled chest. The amount of hair in the chest almost made the head hair jealous, but even so it didn't cover in the least the finely built body of Reaver, musculature that even the thick hide of the beast couldn't hide. He adjusted the shirt over his body. "I could save you." He wasn't even looking at her again as he made sure the shirt was fitting him just as he wanted it. It was on purpose, he wanted it to sink in. He had spoken louder, too, though just slightly; his voice was rougher and had a serious tone to it, one that went with the serious expressed carved into his frown.
He then let his head turn towards Emily, his eyes lazily rolling on their sockets as until they stared at hers. He then began moving, and added in the same tone. "I could kill him." Jet was now going to have his fun. As he walked, each step of his boots made a distinct sound of the closed room, and as if his weight from his denser structure wasn't enough, the heavy metal-tip boots would suffice to impress. "It isn't hard for me to do it. It's actually very easy." As the words came out, a knife came from the back of his hip and started to zoom in the air towards the Overmind, just a bit faster than Jet's pace itself. He took a final step, and now he was within range of both the Overmind and the Human, and his knife suspended in the air by his Telekinesis facing the forehead of his master. "So. Should I go ahead and kill him for you?" He then rose his hand, and aimed forth towards the opening between Emily's left shoulder and Rakarth.
And it went forth, it slowed down and rested on Emily's shoulder. "I'm kidding." He raised his hand and the knife came flying back. He sheltered it again as he fell back smiling from ear to ear, and strode back into the "closet". "No, but in all seriousness, take the drug, it's the best for you. Plus, if you make it quick you can walk out with me to the surface. Short of walking with a Reaver, I don't think you have any options left." As he went, he picked a jacket from the interior. It wasn't as flashy as the leather jacket he would usually wear; again, these weren't the clothes he'd usually wear. She'd have enough time to dialogue her way into a deal, if she wanted to follow afterwards, it'd be up to her.