Into the Odd (IC)

[Kaptin Keen]

Putting his longaxe between himself and the mutated human, Rakash creeps closer. Torn between the need for knowledge and the desire to stay as far away from the possibly contagious unfortunate, he gives a harsh whisper:

Webin - is that you? Can you tell us what happened to you here?

Is there anything we can do to help?

[LurkytheDwarf]

The warped thing that was Webin Huckle perks up at the mention of its name. Its mouth opens in a long gurgle which is reminiscent of a wail of terrible understanding.

Webin turns only Rakash with renewed vigor or purpose. But it is slow to move, pulling itself with the suckered pads which are now its hands, boneless legs dragging along behind it. Webin hunts with blind eyes, but its intention is clear: it seeks to kill or, perhaps, be killed.

Though through the sickly sounds it makes there are pained words drawn out in gasping breathes, "Sssspheeeres... beeewwware..."

[Kaptin Keen]

Rakash backs slowly away. Spheres?

Spheres, Webin? What spheres - those ones? He points to the odd, frictionless balls sitting in their jar. What did you do with them? Did you .. eat them?

Would you like another?

Rakash hasn't touched the balls, and he's not about to. Instead, he carefully uses a small knife to tip one out onto the floor in front of Webin. Then backs further away.