#purelyradiating

[sillymuses]

@purelyradiating

"Are you ready, Miss Susan?"

Draculaura would eagerly call out. Everything was in place, cauldron and a little stand for the mixing potion required. Someone as large as Susan required a bigger dose of her magic to hopefully work. Oh, she was so curious to see if witchcraft could affect a being like her, not truly a monster but not human either.

[fifthdimensicn]

@purelyradiating

"Nancy... Archer, was it? I know they call you Ginormica in the Files 'n all, but, uh, I have a feeling that ain't what you like to be called, that right?"

Real old school name. Reminded him of those cheesy old black and white movies he'd watch now and then in motels between hunts, or while researching to prepare for one.

He is definitely not stalling for time. Nope. No way, Jose. If he could just pull out and flash his fake government badge here, wherever the hell it disappeared to in his pockets, fake name and all, maybe she wouldn't turn him into marinara sauce... Hopefully she's too damn big to inspect it too closely, anyways. Government types are usually pretty tired, not paid enough for the shit they gotta deal with. Maybe hidden-and-hired monsters from the damn Cold War were the same way.

"I, uh... take it all that stuff about beanstalks 'n people-bread's a lie?"

[scienceroach]

from here / @purelyradiating

STARES FOR A long second.

" ...WHAT THE HELL did Ducky put in this cheese- "

[leondxs]

@purelyradiating | cont. (x)

The fae's man's expression was mildly annoyed at best, devoid of any fear or otherwise unease. Though there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes as they blinked up at her, his head canting slightly to the right. To him, the peculiarity was not really a matter of her size, but her reaction.

Calling herself a monster in the presence of a monster. It had not occurred to him until now that she was bewitched by his human guise. Only because he'd not pinned her to be entirely human for... obvious reasons.

He was always pleased when his glamour worked. Bringing in prey like flies to honey. This, however, seemed a bit overkill.

He lifted a brow, crossing his arms and allowing his lips to curl into a wry smile.

❝ Not at all. You don't fit the description of a monster to me. Other than being a bit tall. ❞

He pressed a hand to his temple and sighed softly. She seemed nice enough. He could humor her. Besides, he had the rest of the evening to hunt.

❝ Forgive me, I can be rather irritable when I'm hungry. I am Leo, and you are? ❞

[yaksha-garden]

↫ - Is there a real life martial art or fighting style that you draw heavily on for your character?

I know regrettably little about Indian martial arts. The one everybody knows is Kalaripayattu from Kerala, I feel like it's gotten kinda tokenized as "the Indian martial art" in popular culture -- and it's pretty cool for sure, but Eden and her surrounding cultural milieu isn't Keralan, and isn't interchangeable with Keralan culture. I might take some inspiration from it if I developed Eden's fighting style further, but it won't be the same. Sorry for that little rant, again -- no shade on Kalaripayattu!

Combat Asks | Accepting

[empirecftitans]

@purelyradiating

The King gave a snort of confusion. He had never seen this one before. Her scent was unfamiliar, her sound alien. He didn't know if she was a threat to the delicate balance he was keeping. If she fell from the stars like the three headed enemy.

Gojira shifted his stance to face the stranger, dorsal plates flaring pink; a message to identify herself.

[fifthdimensicn-moved]

@purelyradiating / continued

"Holy smokes!"

The exclamation was involuntary. Sometimes that kind of thing just came out of his mouth.

Eddie shuffled to his feet and dusted himself off. When she said she needed to try and be careful, she wasn't kidding. That little motion probably could have broken his wrists if done in the wrong place - or worse. Luckily, only the chair splintered apart in this case, sending him on his ass.

"Thanks," he grunted, the sourpuss maybe, just maybe even smiling a little as he said it. He wanted to say it again: holy smokes; that's a big toon. One of those fancy three-dee toons, too.

"Bet you can see a lot with your eyes all the way up there. I don't suppose you saw which way Doom and his weasels went?"

[capnshook]

@purelyradiating / sc

The horror could not be hidden from the Captain's face as he looked up, and up, and up, impossibly high, to a face belonging to a maid who was of a positively monstrous size, the sorts of which had in his homeland been confined to mere stories and legends only fools still believed. James Hook was no fool, and the hand his waterlogged body had come to its senses within was undeniably real. This must have been how that wretched Tinkerbell had felt when manhandled by him; there was almost a twang of sympathy for that she-devil within his blackened heart.

Almost.

"N-now, you listen here, you tactless, towering titaness!" Hook raised his voice to a shout, waving his hooked hand for emphasis, "If you do not unhand me this instant, my men will shoot you through with so many cannonballs that you'll have Swiss cheese jealous! They'll be here any moment!!"

There was absolutely no sign of the Jolly Roger within either of their sights, despite his threats.