bad decisions, iv edition // for numbers96

[myselfwillbear]

[ IV doesn't know a huge amount about what his crest can do. It's not as though Tron has really told him much - he knows it stops the Numbers controlling his mind, but beyond that? He wasn't told anything.

He's worked out though, on his own, that he can manifest the Numbers outside of the AR, using the crest. It's not perfect, true - Giant Killer is as small as one of his dolls, Heaven's Strings won't leave its sealed form - but they'll appear nonetheless. He's never gotten to experiment with Machu Mach or Dyson Sphere, though, much as he'd wanted to, and none of the other Numbers he's collected have ever been that interesting.

So, truth be told, he doesn't exactly have high hopes for this latest card, 96.

But he'll manifest it anyway, if only the one time, to see.

Which is why he's currently stood over Black Mist's card, crest blazing on his hand as he works on drawing it out into reality. ]

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[numbers96]

[It likes it very much, when IV turns his head to take one of the tendrils around him (one of many, now) into his mouth. As soon as his lips fasten around it, the oil drips more quickly from the surface.

(he has already drunk today and yet he is so greedy, so hungry for it)

(it has never had a pet break to it this quickly)

(it's beginning to drip again already)

Some of the tendrils around IV descend to curl over him, slide over his bare skin, and occasionally there's some suction that leaves little red marks on his body.

It takes a moment, before it speaks again, reclining in the air beside them, surveying its prizes, licking its lips with its pale blue tongue.]

If you are still unsure by the time my pet comes, you are free to go.

But you must watch him until then.

And if you ask something of me even once, Christopher Arkwright, you are ｍｉｎｅ.