" what the hell -- " bobby lifts the vessel up by the- well, horn ? pincer ? ear ? ( rude ) . " what even are you ? some weird ass fish ? "
That exclamation of confusion should be theirs, as they were suddenly gripped by the horn and hoisted into the air by an entity much taller than they were. They wriggled, swinging through the air in a weak attempt to shake themself free, but the Other only tightened his hold in response.
They were not trapped. If worse truly came to worst, they could shatter their vessel to escape their captor's grasp. Set themself free, in more ways than one.
But... It would be preferable to avoid that. Their replacement shell had only just been reforged.
They would wait, for now. Take better stock of their situation. They were not afraid. Large did not inherently mean danger; a fact that had proven itself true many a time throughout their journeys. And the grip, at the very least, was no strike to cause harm. They did not hurt.
The entity's single eye turned itself upon their shadowed sockets, and Ghost returned the gesture.
The hue of Crystal Peak, but nonetheless a Light still reminiscent of that now-fallen goddess.
Large did not always mean danger, but Light often did. And engaging with a being of light in their true form could prove risky. They were held in a disadvantaged state at the moment, but if the other chose to attack, then perhaps their Nail could cut them free without the need to break their shell. Was the eye a weak point? Their Soul reserves were low, but a well-placed Shade Soul could likely--
The entity spoke once more.
True enemies did not often speak. And certainly not in the way that this one did; to express confusion.
Harm had yet to come to them.
Flames, too, were Light, but they were the light of Nightmare. Of friend, not foe. Of Friend Grimm and Bestie Grimmchild and their Troupe.
By appearance alone, the stranger did not look to be affiliated with the Troupe. Still, upon closer inspection, his light was one of flame.
But, clearly, he was not Void. And so, they could not respond to his inquiry. Especially not while suspended in their air by a single horn. Had they been on the ground, they would at least be able to write.
'Fish' was an odd assumption, however. Surely bug would make more sense? Still false, but one, at least, that had been made many a time by the true bugs they had met across their travels.
Regardless, Ghost stared at the flame-faced stranger in silence, awaiting their release from his hold. As long as the other did not turn violent, it wasn't as though there was anything else they could do, after all.
