Last November, you were-- [ The rest of Horatio's words put a stop to his before they get much further, stalling at least a portion of his ire. Months. Montgomery's scowl deepens, and there's the faintest creak of leather as his grip on the rock tightens harder still. Horatio wasn't in (much) danger of being clubbed with it at the moment, truthfully, but he wasn't doing the best job of making that incredibly clear, either. ]
Everybody got their shit swapped around after somebody tried blowing Elias up, and I wound up a fuckin' gargoyle. [ And flying had been something, alright. Suddenly being forced into a nocturnal lifestyle was a little less desirable, though. ] [ He shifts in place, trying to deflect enough of his attention elsewhere to make him less inclined to want to start swinging--the urge is still there, unfortunately, but Monty was nothing if not stubborn. ] Is that ringin' any bells for you yet?
I took a long-ass nap in the graveyard, yeah. But before that, I bought a spell from Mana. It was the last thing Celeste and I did together...
[but enough of that. he shakes his head, derailing that train of thought, and thinks about all of this. yes. that makes sense. he had thought he'd still been a damned dog when he'd gone to console Gabe. with a slow nod, he tries not to focus on that rock in Monty's hand, the one he's still glomming on to and refusing to put down. is it anger, he wonders? just at having lost time? he knew the guy had a temper, but ... usually he didn't direct it at people who didn't deserve it. maybe he was waiting for some unfamiliar face to take it out on. Horatio wouldn't say he blamed him if he was.]
Yeah, it does. ... You've lost about five months. Those scientists escalated everything after that. It's been a shitshow.
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Date: 2022-10-26 10:43 pm (UTC)[ The rest of Horatio's words put a stop to his before they get much further, stalling at least a portion of his ire. Months. Montgomery's scowl deepens, and there's the faintest creak of leather as his grip on the rock tightens harder still. Horatio wasn't in (much) danger of being clubbed with it at the moment, truthfully, but he wasn't doing the best job of making that incredibly clear, either. ]
Everybody got their shit swapped around after somebody tried blowing Elias up, and I wound up a fuckin' gargoyle.
[ And flying had been something, alright. Suddenly being forced into a nocturnal lifestyle was a little less desirable, though. ]
[ He shifts in place, trying to deflect enough of his attention elsewhere to make him less inclined to want to start swinging--the urge is still there, unfortunately, but Monty was nothing if not stubborn. ]
Is that ringin' any bells for you yet?
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Date: 2022-10-29 10:03 pm (UTC)[but enough of that. he shakes his head, derailing that train of thought, and thinks about all of this. yes. that makes sense. he had thought he'd still been a damned dog when he'd gone to console Gabe. with a slow nod, he tries not to focus on that rock in Monty's hand, the one he's still glomming on to and refusing to put down. is it anger, he wonders? just at having lost time? he knew the guy had a temper, but ... usually he didn't direct it at people who didn't deserve it. maybe he was waiting for some unfamiliar face to take it out on. Horatio wouldn't say he blamed him if he was.]
Yeah, it does. ... You've lost about five months. Those scientists escalated everything after that. It's been a shitshow.