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February 9 - February 10, 2019
Rhodian.
Not two seconds ago you did not.
Absently his right hand slipped to his thigh, finding a revolver and releasing it from its holster.
Did no one else notice he was wearing a gun?
He could hear the man’s insane laughter as he ran, as if it was a game, half running,
As he ran half running?
Something malevolent was muttered by his lips.
Well, that's a terrible sentence to inflict on the world.
The Priest’s
Getting a bit repetitive.
He stowed the revolver as he ran, his freed arms giving him the ability to go quicker,
That ain't true.
itself
Himself.
voiceless
Sure. Why would they speak? Who would ever question this everyday occurrence?
temporary pause,
As opposed to a permanent one.
nails set wide,
What do wide set nails look like?
barred
Bared?
“You’ll try,”
Mamet couldn't do better, I swear.
rage of the leap
The what of the leap?
In the dark of the room, he could hear the demon snarl and spit obscenities at him. He caught sight of the taloned hand too late.
"In the dark room" is fine.
In the dark of the room, he could hear the demon snarl and spit obscenities at him. He caught sight of the taloned hand too late.
You can get a fair idea of how far away something is when it's swearing angrily at you. Binaural hearing is great.
its very soul.
Do demons have souls?
The temperature in the building had risen to what one would expect from a building slowly roasting in the hot June sun.
That's a lot of words to say "It was hot."
allowed his eyes to follow the blood red scrawls around the walls.
That's called "reading".
bristled
What does this actually mean in this context? Does his hair stand up?
masses,
This pun feels unintentional.
Words were never Tacit’s strong point.
Clearly an author surrogate.
the lip
Why so specific? Where else is he gonna drink from?
the desk of his home
Weird turn of phrase.
With an almighty crash Tacit kicked the front door from its hinges and bounded into the room after it. The watchmaker had only time to raise his hands in front of his face before his wasted shrunken body was lifted from his chair and thrown across the room. He cartwheeled over a table and went down with a groan, smashing glass and crockery as he fell. “Please,” he muttered, as large heavy hands took hold of him again and threw him onto and over his desk, knocking the timepiece from the felt, the delicate glass casing and internal workings shattering like stardust across the hard tiled floor.
...more
This whole passage is fucking ludicrous.
He considered a punch to his guts but thought it might incapacitate him too much:
More than that lot?!
The sound of a short pained cry
As opposed to the smell?
He would need both his hands for the melee about to occur. Tacit
NO JUST FUCKING SHOOT THEM
With his hand forcing the trigger Tacit fired, aiming for eyes, throats, anything exposed and susceptible.
This is so much easier than using your own gun.
repeated by his lips
This nonsense again.
