[Maybe this could be called karma for going and murdering someone but this is still just the worst??? Why the fuck is this happening, he just wanted a nice meal in peace. At this point though he's basically prioritizing getting as much web in Szayel's face so he can gag him because please shut up]
[wow that is the worst lie!! webs don't make any noise!
Well, Rean succeeds to a certain extent -- the silk does keep him from talking any more.
But you know what you can still do with your mouth covered?
Moan.
Oh, and moan he does! SO LOUDLY. SO GROSSLY. It is the most sexual noise ever heard by spider-taur ears. Bet you wish you were deaf like an actual spider now, huh.
He may want to wrap this up sooner rather than later. Pun intended.]
[they can make the air vibrate, that's good enough!!
But yes. He really does just want to get this over with, so he can just go to sleep and pretend this never happened. This is the absolute worst ahhhhhhhhh
So after about a few minutes, he finally gets enough webbing around so that Szayel's more or less stabilized. Eyeing Szayel's throat, well... honestly, he's actually feeling vaguely disgusted at the idea of biting into this guy, but there really isn't much of a choice at this point. So he goes for it, trying to make good on his word to kill Szayel quickly by digging his fangs into his jugular before injecting as much venom as he can.]
[He lets out a muffled gasp when the fangs sink into his neck. The venom burns like fire, then tingles as it eats away into his body. The last thing Szayelaporro is conscious of is the interesting sensation of his organs liquefying within him. His breath quickens, gurgles, then stops, and the man goes limp in his golden cocoon, dying with a smile on his face. The sword at his waist crumbles to dust inside the silk coffin.
The venom does quick work, and the resulting Arrancar-slurry is tasty! But... there's some sort of... weird aftertaste. Something acrid? Maybe bitter? It's so faint, it's hard to tell.
Either way.
Szayelaporro Granz is dead, the first victim of the Resort's Mafia game]
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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-27 09:16 pm
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[Maybe this could be called karma for going and murdering someone but this is still just the worst??? Why the fuck is this happening, he just wanted a nice meal in peace. At this point though he's basically prioritizing getting as much web in Szayel's face so he can gag him because please shut up]
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Well, Rean succeeds to a certain extent -- the silk does keep him from talking any more.
But you know what you can still do with your mouth covered?
Moan.
Oh, and moan he does! SO LOUDLY. SO GROSSLY. It is the most sexual noise ever heard by spider-taur ears. Bet you wish you were deaf like an actual spider now, huh.
He may want to wrap this up sooner rather than later. Pun intended.]
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But yes. He really does just want to get this over with, so he can just go to sleep and pretend this never happened. This is the absolute worst ahhhhhhhhh
So after about a few minutes, he finally gets enough webbing around so that Szayel's more or less stabilized. Eyeing Szayel's throat, well... honestly, he's actually feeling vaguely disgusted at the idea of biting into this guy, but there really isn't much of a choice at this point. So he goes for it, trying to make good on his word to kill Szayel quickly by digging his fangs into his jugular before injecting as much venom as he can.]
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The venom does quick work, and the resulting Arrancar-slurry is tasty! But... there's some sort of... weird aftertaste. Something acrid? Maybe bitter? It's so faint, it's hard to tell.
Either way.
Szayelaporro Granz is dead, the first victim of the Resort's Mafia game]
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you know, up until the point where he feels like his bowels are being incinerated by the fires of Gehenna]
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good thing the staff know how to clean up]