At least Rock sounds unharmed, although Donnie doesn't know how great either of them will fare given their current circumstances. He glances over at the little AI, freezing at the voice that isn't his, but it's in his head. His eyes flick back towards the masked one, eyes narrowing. Of course, he should have figured there'd be some workarounds when it comes to fae dealings.
But other things begin to click in his head, and it's getting harder to keep a neutral face with the implications.
They know he's related to Leo...
Grusa begins to move, and Donnie looks back at them, distrustful of anything they might do, running through his options. He can probably buzzsaw his way out of these ropes, but what if they're enchanted? It's an option he holds in his back pocket as he grits his teeth, glaring at Grusa.
There's plenty he'd like to say, but sometimes less is better, and if Donnie's learned anything, it's to be careful with saying anything around the fae. It's...almost odd, he doesn't feel nearly as terrified as he should be while Grusa goes over the possibilities they'd been considering in doing to them, but they're only words, threats that he knows are only being mentioned to try and unsettle him. Maybe he should be more concerned. Maybe he really is broken, like Terra had said...
His eyes flick briefly back towards the one with he bone mask, before looking to Grusa again. Doesn't seem like Grusa holds much respect for the queen. Interesting. Donnie's not surprised to hear about Maya's relation to this freak, and he can be quietly satisfied that that's one more resource Grusa no longer has.
Hearing his brother's full name spoken by someone who by all rights shouldn't know certainly gets his attention, the turtle going rigid. How-
Whatever this 'digging' refers to, Donnie doesn't like it at all. His eyes warily shift towards Tezca again.
That one had hardly done anything in the Hunt's finale, and Donnie had assumed he was biding his time, which, given the chaos of the field, seemed like a reasonable tactic. He'd brushed off attacks without moving, but in the end he'd still been unable to avoid Leo. That had to be his voice, just then...
Donnie's mind races. They need to get out of here, they can't be here, if Leo's name and relation has been found out then what else have they learned? He looks back at Rock in alarm as Grusa turns their attention towards his friend, fingers curling in to tight, trembling fists.
Ninpō's too flashy, and his arms can change into anything. It's a risk but Donnie takes it, attempting to shift his arms into blades to cut free- pull away, stab Grusa, grab Rock, escape escape escape
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Date: 2025-06-19 05:03 pm (UTC)But other things begin to click in his head, and it's getting harder to keep a neutral face with the implications.
They know he's related to Leo...
Grusa begins to move, and Donnie looks back at them, distrustful of anything they might do, running through his options. He can probably buzzsaw his way out of these ropes, but what if they're enchanted? It's an option he holds in his back pocket as he grits his teeth, glaring at Grusa.
There's plenty he'd like to say, but sometimes less is better, and if Donnie's learned anything, it's to be careful with saying anything around the fae. It's...almost odd, he doesn't feel nearly as terrified as he should be while Grusa goes over the possibilities they'd been considering in doing to them, but they're only words, threats that he knows are only being mentioned to try and unsettle him. Maybe he should be more concerned. Maybe he really is broken, like Terra had said...
His eyes flick briefly back towards the one with he bone mask, before looking to Grusa again. Doesn't seem like Grusa holds much respect for the queen. Interesting. Donnie's not surprised to hear about Maya's relation to this freak, and he can be quietly satisfied that that's one more resource Grusa no longer has.
Hearing his brother's full name spoken by someone who by all rights shouldn't know certainly gets his attention, the turtle going rigid. How-
Whatever this 'digging' refers to, Donnie doesn't like it at all. His eyes warily shift towards Tezca again.
That one had hardly done anything in the Hunt's finale, and Donnie had assumed he was biding his time, which, given the chaos of the field, seemed like a reasonable tactic. He'd brushed off attacks without moving, but in the end he'd still been unable to avoid Leo. That had to be his voice, just then...
Donnie's mind races. They need to get out of here, they can't be here, if Leo's name and relation has been found out then what else have they learned? He looks back at Rock in alarm as Grusa turns their attention towards his friend, fingers curling in to tight, trembling fists.
Ninpō's too flashy, and his arms can change into anything. It's a risk but Donnie takes it, attempting to shift his arms into blades to cut free- pull away, stab Grusa, grab Rock, escape escape escape