[ he pulls the mask on. it's not the worst one he has, being metal instead of bone, but the way the dim light of the room catches on the hammered flats and edges is never even. it's not subtle, but that's not what he does. ]
Got somethin' coming up.
[ he picks up his cleaver. there's always old blood on it, but right now, there's still some of the demogorgon's, too.
it's not necessary to get ready and armed before a trial; he'll show up with something to kill with no matter what. but it makes him feel like he's doing something right, if he's not dragged in unawares. ]
no subject
[ he pulls the mask on. it's not the worst one he has, being metal instead of bone, but the way the dim light of the room catches on the hammered flats and edges is never even. it's not subtle, but that's not what he does. ]
Got somethin' coming up.
[ he picks up his cleaver. there's always old blood on it, but right now, there's still some of the demogorgon's, too.
it's not necessary to get ready and armed before a trial; he'll show up with something to kill with no matter what. but it makes him feel like he's doing something right, if he's not dragged in unawares. ]