It is centipede like so it is better to break the legs so it doesn't try to crawl away with any remaining limbs... But about halfway through, Amelia lets go of Henry's hand (handholding privileges temporarily on pause) and turns to face him crossing her arms.]
That's more than enough.
[And it is, truly, because the alien bug has stopped resisting and its teeth are no longer gnashing at them.]
She turns to face him, her tone enough to halt his little bout of entertainment, and he drops his hand, letting the centipede before them squirm with far less enthusiasm than before. Sure, you could say he was being pragmantic by breaking its legs -- you could also just say that there were plenty of legs to break, and therefore the most appealing target to one Henry Creel. Possibly both!]
Your part is what, exactly? If you need me to kill it outright, I can do that now, too.
[Amelia watches Henry carefully before remarking brusquely.]
If I had let you, you would have made it more agonizing than necessary for it.
[When it comes to dealing with supernatural or otherworldy creatures, Amelia prefers strong and quick solutions. If the witch can help it, these situations should be resolved in one fell swoop.]
It's causing trouble. We both know it would have tried to harm or kill us if given a chance. It's fair enough punishment.
[Says Henry who just wants to hurt something. But honestly, he makes no further effort, though he can't help but look skeptical in her direction as he lowers his hand.]
[You know what Henry? She could give a lecture about needing to self-reflect and understand if extracting the pain of living things is worth it and how that says way too much about one's self and...
Look, they still have the whole rest of the day and the performance at midnight.
So Amelia just. Moves her hand and gives Henry a light chop on the forehead.]
[Briefly sarcastically, which is proof of his real self rearing its head, though in this case that isn't necessarily bad -- it just means he's comfortable letting it shine in her presence.]
Careful. One might start to think you're not a lot of fun, Amelia.
[Fine, then. He won't stop her from doing what she needs to do.]
If you wanted fun, I would have pinched your nose instead.
[Always count on the Emerald Witch to have a variety of threats up her sleeve.
Amelia begins her work with a wide sweep of her arm. The green magic manifests into runes that cover the ground, the bodies of the monsters, and then the sides of the church. The visage of the building blinks between ruin and restoration until it finally settles on the latter. The roof is restored.
As for the monsters, their bodies dissolve into green light and disappear; they'll be transported into one of the rooms in her house so that the witch can study it before wrapping it up and feeding the remains to the Belly.
Once she's finished and there are no traces of the conflict left, Amelia lets out a deep breath and crosses her arms.]
[Would he have? It's 50-50. Either way, that never came to pass, so they'll never know.
For now, he watches her work her magic with the usual keen fascination that comes with seeing the ease with which it works. In how it sweeps the entire mess away, simply teleports the carcasses elsewhere -- presumably back into the house. Is this more meat for the Load later? Now there's a thought.
He's arching a brow at her when she's done, and at least her little stunt with bonking him on the head has reset his unhinged meter.]
And the day's only just started. Unless all this was already too much excitement for one outing?
[He had almost forgotten the whole reason why they were out here in the first place, defending the church from a monster attack that hailed from the unknown. Easy for him to get lost in the excitement of bloody violence.]
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It is centipede like so it is better to break the legs so it doesn't try to crawl away with any remaining limbs... But about halfway through, Amelia lets go of Henry's hand (
handholding privileges temporarily on pause) and turns to face him crossing her arms.]That's more than enough.
[And it is, truly, because the alien bug has stopped resisting and its teeth are no longer gnashing at them.]
You've done your part, I'll do mine.
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She turns to face him, her tone enough to halt his little bout of entertainment, and he drops his hand, letting the centipede before them squirm with far less enthusiasm than before. Sure, you could say he was being pragmantic by breaking its legs -- you could also just say that there were plenty of legs to break, and therefore the most appealing target to one Henry Creel. Possibly both!]
Your part is what, exactly? If you need me to kill it outright, I can do that now, too.
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[Amelia watches Henry carefully before remarking brusquely.]
If I had let you, you would have made it more agonizing than necessary for it.
[When it comes to dealing with supernatural or otherworldy creatures, Amelia prefers strong and quick solutions. If the witch can help it, these situations should be resolved in one fell swoop.]
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It's causing trouble. We both know it would have tried to harm or kill us if given a chance. It's fair enough punishment.
[Says Henry who just wants to hurt something. But honestly, he makes no further effort, though he can't help but look skeptical in her direction as he lowers his hand.]
It almost sounds like you're disapproving.
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Look, they still have the whole rest of the day and the performance at midnight.
So Amelia just. Moves her hand and gives Henry a light chop on the forehead.]
1/3
Ow?]
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[LIKE A KID???]
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[She readjusts her glasses and glances around at the mess that was made with the centipede, harpy, blood, and ruined church roof.]
I had about over a thousand words I could have inflicted you with but I think that speaks for itself.
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Careful. One might start to think you're not a lot of fun, Amelia.
[Fine, then. He won't stop her from doing what she needs to do.]
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[Always count on the Emerald Witch to have a variety of threats up her sleeve.
Amelia begins her work with a wide sweep of her arm. The green magic manifests into runes that cover the ground, the bodies of the monsters, and then the sides of the church. The visage of the building blinks between ruin and restoration until it finally settles on the latter. The roof is restored.
As for the monsters, their bodies dissolve into green light and disappear; they'll be transported into one of the rooms in her house so that the witch can study it before wrapping it up and feeding the remains to the Belly.
Once she's finished and there are no traces of the conflict left, Amelia lets out a deep breath and crosses her arms.]
Well. That's that. [She glances at Henry again.]
A packed weekend for us both, hm?
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[Would he have? It's 50-50. Either way, that never came to pass, so they'll never know.
For now, he watches her work her magic with the usual keen fascination that comes with seeing the ease with which it works. In how it sweeps the entire mess away, simply teleports the carcasses elsewhere -- presumably back into the house. Is this more meat for the Load later? Now there's a thought.
He's arching a brow at her when she's done, and at least her little stunt with bonking him on the head has reset his unhinged meter.]
And the day's only just started. Unless all this was already too much excitement for one outing?
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Amelia lets out a puff of breath in response to Henry's question and twirls a strand of hair around her finger.]
Let's just check on our praying friend before we go on our way. As for me, I think I just need a minute to take a mental break.
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[He had almost forgotten the whole reason why they were out here in the first place, defending the church from a monster attack that hailed from the unknown. Easy for him to get lost in the excitement of bloody violence.]
Then let's take a moment.
[And so they shall!]