The Divine RPG - A Hellish Pandandom

Perhaps there is a family of them...

From:

*tendrils of steam begin to waft up and nearby puddles start to bubble and froth as well*

...I think we should leave them to their bonding, don't you?

From:

Family time is very important.

From:

*something snakes around Reg's ankle*

From:

*yelling where there is always a chance something terrible will hear you is not a good idea and making sudden movements when something has you by the ankle is just as stupid, so Regulus merely points as the thing slithers, suction cups trying to grasp to the fabric of his trousers*

From:

*Barty has yet to grasp this concept, along with many others, ones that would surely have taught him that, no, stamping on the tentacle feeling around Reg's leg is a terrible idea, and doing so while yelling what amounts to a fairly sorry excuse for a war cry even less advisable*

From:

*when Barty starts stomping the tentacle only wraps tighter in a convulsive grip, Regulus tries to pull his leg away but it's rather too late at this point* Owow-

From:

*the tentacle's suckers, armed with fangs of their own, pierce the fabric of his trousers, latching onto Reg's flesh securely - it's now a given that even if they escaped immediately, the large sections of muscle uprooted will surely result in less then desirable consequences - meanwhile, unbeknownst to a desperately stomping Barty, many more writhing appendages burst from the ground like sprouts*

From:

*crippled by his unfortunately unprotected tendons, Regulus crumples down onto the ground as the tentacles - bigger and thicker than the one holding him hostage - shoot up* Watch out!

From:

*as Barty catches on to the situation, he nearly stumbles back right into the clutches of a particularly meaty tentacle, avoiding what would have been a supremely unpleasant fate only narrowly, diving down, he frantically attempts to rip Reg's free from the beast*

From:

*bites on his wrist to keep from yelling as the fanged suction cups dig in deeper* Go - go get something sharp.

From:

THERE IS NOTH- *Barty pauses, scrambling out of the way as greedy feelers attempt to scout him out* - NOTHING SHARP. Everything is mossy and goopy and absolutely useless!

From:

Use - nnhhh - use your teeth or something!

From:

*the appendages are the furthest thing from appetizing imaginable, but Barty doesn't even hesitate to bare his pearly whites and rip in as best he can, fingers meanwhile, working to wrench it away*

From:

*Barty may be a willing and able biter but his chilly teeth are no match for this beast that can take them down without even fully emerging from the water, it lets go of Regulus to sort out Barty's nipping, taking much of Regulus' ankle away with it*

From:

*all it takes is a wet slap colliding with the side of his head as the tentacle twists around and Barty knows what's coming - the suckers waste no time*

From:

*Regulus is a wet bloody mess - the paper cuts of Hell, wounds to the ankle always manage to hurt more than others, but he's seen Barty get torn apart too many times to pay full attention to his own, comparatively minimal pain* Barty - no - don't struggle!

From:

*the tentacles fangs are all but scrapping against his skull as they easily pry away his scalp, but Barty, as ever a master of priorities, is far more concerned with the state of his hair, which is falling away inhibited in the struggle, he tries to express this but all that comes out is a strangled yell as he struggles quite viciously*

From:

*doesn't look away, even when there is a hideous tearing sound* Stop it, we'll meet back by that tree just like last time-

From:

*there is a sudden soggy weight on Reg's spine*

From:

*Hell hasn't made them martyrs and it hasn't made them fearless, Regulus has been down here a fair number of years but on most levels he is still an eighteen year old kid, one that - though it may be argued otherwise - isn't rearing to die; as the arm of the creature pushes him face-down into the muck, cracking a rib in the process, Regulus sounds very much in pain and very much afraid, his yell is stifled by mud*

From:

*as it rips into Reg's very sparsely muscled back, the suckers take easy grip of his spine, sinking deeper, seeking to grasp it entirely*

From:

*Regulus jerks in the mud then suddenly falls very still, for all intents and purposes he is dead but his eyes remain wide open in the mud and though he can't blink them or breathe and though his heart has come to a halt he's still around to hear and feel as the thing coils around him, snapping bones in it's path, and drags him toward the water, his body pulled into grotesque shapes as his ragdoll form goes to meet it's watery grave, inside he's screaming*

From:

*as Regulus is dragged away, other sprouting appendages, smaller and rooted in the mud (not that there's a great deal of difference between the mud and the open water here) take hold of any piece of him they can reach and as his arms and head are claimed a conflict erupts between them and the larger tentacle, which has managed to take a firm grip of his spine - the inevitable occurs - sinew tears away in an excruciating spray of blood as vital organs become shrapnel and the large tentacle comes away with the short stick - literally, the only thing left in its grasp a fragment of bloodied spine and rib*

From: