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Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

So I kinda rushed out that post just to have a point of reference from Grey for the ambush. Didn't really know where I was going so it kinda got rambly, sorry. Also might be awhile before I can get anything else out depending on how my next couple of days treat me

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Grey's face softened into an even deeper smile as he listened to his sister speak. Too long, it had been, since the family had been united, for his taste. Like a glass struck by too sharp a blow, so did Grey's smile shatter when Ashira spoke the fatal words. "Brand is gone. Executed." Though Grey did his best to control himself, his efforts were largely in vain. His spine went rigid, unnaturally straight. His teeth clenched, and eyes burned. Whether a tear escaped his unfeeling gaze was unknown. Beneath his angered grasp, the cheap tin pint of ale crumbled, spilling it's sweet contents across his hand.

When he felt the sickly sweet ale running down his hand, Grey snapped to his senses once again, looking around. He let go of the now misshapen mug, and wiped his hand absently on his cloak as he looked at his family, grey eyes widening to pools of sorrow. His hand fumbled as he reached to his hip. As his fingers moved, they brushed across the leather wrapped hilt of his sword and lingered there momentarily before continuing in their movement. His dirt-packed fingernails hooked into the elegant engraving of his hip flask as he yanked it free of his belt and brought it to his mouth. Grey took a large swig of the drink, allowing some of the amber fluid to run down the side of his face, disappearing into his rugged beard.

As he regained control of his faculties, Grey gave a hearty pat on the back to Beren on his approach. Grey raised a hand just slightly from his leg as Loden left to 'take care of something', wanting very much to say something, stop him, but he knew he couldn't. He felt the shared sorrow running throughout the entire family, and he knew that the healer would need time on his own to heal himself. Far from Grey's place to selfishly interrupt, so he let his hand fall without interrupting the mans exit.

Grey looked down, his face still numb with emotion despite having taken the reigns from his feelings already. His eyes flicked between the others briefly, before he raised his face once again, now with a warm smile mounted upon it. Though fair enough in appearance, the smile was forced, and twitched at the corners in effort. Acting sorry for himself and depressed would help no one -better to keep a warm front for the sake of the others, if not himself. His arms raised from his legs to his hips, elbows protruding in an almost mock heroic pose.

Grey nodded as Kiera spoke, though he felt her own disconnection with the pseudo-speech she gave. He took in a deep breath, contemplating his next words very carefully before Kiera spoke again and saved him from the thinking. In his peripherals, he understood where the dark elf turned her attention, and took a nonchalant glance in the direction of the window. Though he found nothing out of the ordinary through his entirely mundane senses, he knew better than to doubt the intuition of his blind compatriot. In Kiera's inflection, Grey understood the message. Something was out of the ordinary, and certainly not in the good way. In anticipation, Grey flexed his arms, tight leather armor creaking as he moved. His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

With a pointed nod, Grey motioned to the back as he spoke, words more for the benefit of any eavesdroppers than his family. "I'm not entirely sure I do, sister. Perhaps we ought to return that handle press to Joren Muttle, I believe he'll be wanting it's use rather soon." He said, taking a step towards the back, still facing those of his family who were left. Both to reunite again with Grimm and to find a more private space for the discussion of what was about to happen, Grey not-so-subtly was urging the group to go to the back, but stayed close enough to be rather noncommittal. He wasn't about to move anytime soon unless the others committed for him.

@Naril@POOHEAD189@Gunther@NickTrano@AirBender@HeySeuss

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Oh! The mentions, right.

@NickTrano @POOHEAD189 @Gunther@AirBender and, of course, @HeySeuss

@Naril

</3 Love you too

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

So, here's a little icebreaker topic. Anyone have a spooky or even supernatural personal experience they're willing to share? I've got a good one, but I'll hold off until I hear from others.

@Polyphemus

So this one time a couple years or so back, my girl and I were doing some very 😉😉 stuff in my car. It was late, and we were parked out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere because we both had parents at home who certainly didn't approve. So we're just doing our thing, when we both hear, loud as it could be, a distinct knock on the car window. Like, definitely a knock in that 'dum-dum da dum-dum'pattern. So we both freak out, thinking it must be a cop or something. So we look around, and nothing. We kinda just brushed it off and got back to business, but then a couple minutes later the knock was back, louder and almost more forceful it that makes sense. So I put on my pants, get a flashlight out of my glovebox, and look around. I combed the shit out of the area around us, and nothing. It was out on the highway in the plains, no cover except for the refinery, but that was at least half a mile out. Absolutely fucking nothing in sight, so I go back in and tell her that it was just a branch stuck to the window even though I'm freaking out at that point. But hey, nature was calling so we got back to it. We're just about at the good part, but then all of a sudden 'dum-dum da 'dum-dum', the pervy ghost of chastity is back again to cockblock me. At that point we just booked it the fuck back home, and I didn't sleep for a long time. I refuse to believe it was anything but the spirit of cock blocking.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Jesus Christ y'all post a lot

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Jacques Baron

Baron

"No, I'm not trying to become a demon, that's ridiculous. I'm already there."

Mood Music

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N A M E
Jacques Baron

A G E
25 (244, technically)

G E N D E R
Male

S P E C I E S
Demon-tainted Human

A P P E A R A N C E
Jacques stands at 6'5", and sports a rather skinny build -not terribly out of shape, but not powerful by any stretch of the imagination. Too skinny to be considered conventionally attractive, yet not hard on the eyes either. One of his more notable physical features is his lack of a right arm. Nothing but a stump at his shoulder, it was long ago replaced with a robotic prosthetic in sleek black and grey. The flesh surrounding his stump is ashen and leathery, resembling that of a corpse. Perhaps even more noteworthy than the prosthetic are his tattoos -intricate designs and sigils that wrap and twist around his body. They span from just below his neck to his waist, winding down his good arm just to the elbow. While they appear first to be tattoos, closer inspection reveals them to be iridescent lines of crystal embedded in his flesh. His face has a small scar less than an inch across just above his right eye. His eyes themselves sport dark brown irises, easily mistaken for black in poor lighting. Dark circles wreath his eyes, accenting bags caused by stress and lack of sleep.

Typically, Jacques is seen dressed well. Day to day, he is seen wearing a full suit -most commonly full white, with a silky black button up, and a vest of some varying color from day to day. Depending on the occasion, he may or may not put in the effort to wear a tie, though this is a rare sight. When feeling more casual, he will leave behind the suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his button ups to the elbow. When wearing this more casual outfit, he tends to wear black slacks and white button up more often than the reverse. On his wrist he sports a shiny platinum watch, with a minimalistic face of simply two hands. Ever present in his robotic hand is a walking cane -simple black design, topped with a silver grip.

One looking at Jacques would notice first his seemingly laissez-faire attitude. In standing, he leans back to form an oddly obtuse angle with the ground at almost all times. Given a wall, counter of suitable height, or a table, he'll be seen using it for support. When such a crutch isn't available, Jacques puts his weight on the cane he carries so frequently. Everything he does, from speaking to walking, he does at an almost infuriatingly slow pace. His movements and words are always carefully measured, a necessary precaution to prevent any incidents relating to his extreme clumsiness.

B A C K G R O U N D
The year, 1788. The place, France. A country on the verge of revolution faces problems far deeper rooted than the overturning of a king. Beneath the streets, hidden in the shadows, an ancient demon of immeasurable power stirred. Likely the cause of the raising chaos in the region, the demon known only to a very few locals as Baron had gone unchecked for far too long. A cult of demonologists live at the fringe of the city, shunned as witches, plot a solution to the utterly inevitable downfall of France, and likely all of Europe after that.

Plans were drawn, and resources were collected by the witches, who set a massive pyre in the square of Paris. Along with the fire and a thousand arcane reagents was the sacrifice of thirteen children -each child hand picked to be innocent and of pure bloodline. The demon, taking notice of the plot against him, reared an ugly head from the shadows to disrupt the ritual. Baron; however, was not the only one who seemed disapproving of the ritual. Records of history have expunged all note of the demons presence -those who recall the events from memory will more than likely fail to recall that which came to stop the demon. Tales passed down from generation to generation describe it only as a burst of light from the sky -simultaneously taking the sacrifices to safety and smiting down the demon. Fools regard it as an angel -those who know better believe it to simply be a more powerful demon.

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New York, New York, 1923. A young child aged no more than ten is found wandering the streets, pale and wasting away, right arm missing. As luck would have it, or possibly fate, a philanthropist of a man was the first to find the boy, and took him in. A lawyer by trade, at least on paper, the man was in possession of far more... interesting talents off of the books. A master of the arcane, the lawyer by name of Frank Murdoch was a generous benefactor. Though he was able to teach his new prodigy the secrets of the arcane after introducing him to the world of magic, he never did give lessons on other schools of magic. Mr. Murdoch took special note of the boys interest towards morphology in particular. Their companionship was regrettably short lived -Mr. Murdoch made rather regrettable deals with some shady characters. When Frank was unable to pay a debt, the debtors came in storm. Realizing his time was coming to a rather swift end, Frank left the world in one final act of selflessness -sacrificing himself to hide away and save the child.

Though the debtors came with a violent vengeance, they appeared to be satisfied on taking the life of Frank Murdoch and moved on after his blood was spilled. This left the young boy, a teenager now, heartbroken and alone. Whisked away from his life under unknown circumstances, only to have his new life torn away from him in a bloody mess. Had his relationship with Murdoch been stormy? Absolutely, the two seemed to disagree at every turn. But still, he loved Frank like a father, and was devastated at his loss. Depressed, he spent years locked away within the estate of Mr. Murdoch, studying all he could from the plethora of knowledge stacked on bookshelves. Though he briefly skimmed through all schools of magic, he was determined that Diabolism was the only place he would find the cure to his woes, and a way to save the life of his father.

Eventually, Jacques' sweet memories of Frank Murdoch turned bitter, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. Years of dealings with various demons gained him naught but pain and suffering, and he soon saw his 'father' to be at fault. He felt betrayed, abandoned by the man, and made an oath to himself to trust no one. He dedicated years of study to the study of self-transformation through morphology, inspired by his time surrounded by demons to make himself powerful, even moreso than the devils of legend. After much time dedicated to perfecting this art, Jacques found his scars only deepened after his training. In the rather mislead belief that only time now could heal his scars, Jacques found an arcane ritual from his fathers books -one to put him into an impenetrable stasis for a lifetime.

...

On his awakening, Jacques found himself in an entirely alien world. A small town by the coast -Belfast, Main, appeared to be his new home. The year 2016(?) and he had no idea how he had been moved to this small town, but he was soon confronted by Seph Kane and Markiel Relov, seemingly intrigued by the time-travelling morphologist. His skills in mixing and mingling the Arcane arts and Shifting arts were something prodigal, and almost unheard of.

Tl;Dr/Timeline

Tl;Dr?
1788, Paris, France there's a massive demon attack. A cult sacrifices a bunch of kids to stop it, but an unknown force ends up whisking away the kids and smiting the demon. 1923, New York, NY a one-armed child is seen limping around. Cool-guy arcanologist Frank Murdoch saves the kid, tells him about magic. Frank gets in debt with the wrong people, and gets magic shiv'd. The kid gets all angst-y and starts summoning demons to bring back Frank. Doesn't work, so the kid turns himself into a magic squid
The kid gets daddy issues, and casts a magic coma on himself. The kid wakes up face to face with the dynamic duo themselves Wells and Raick? Batman and Robin? Will Ferrel and Pharrel Williams? Seph Kane and Markiel Relov. Then goes on to train his magic squid powers further

Timeline
1781:

Jacques Baron is born

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1781-1788:

Normal childhood

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1788:

Jacques Baron (9 years old) half-sacrificed, then hidden away

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1788-1923:

Jacques kept in stasis by mysterious force

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1923:

Jacques (9 years old) reemerges, is taken in by Frank Murdoch

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1923-1930:

Jacques training under Frank Murdoch

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1930:

Frank Murdoch is killed, orphaning Jacques (16 years old)

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1930-1939:

Jacques self training

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1939:

Jacques (age 24) puts self in magic stasis

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1939-A year before present:

Jacques (age 24) wakes up under counsel of Wells and Raick

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A year before present-Present year:

Jacques acclimating to the new year, as well as training.

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Present year:

Jaques (age 25) doing the best he can

C U R R E N T L I F E
While not officially on the payroll of Wells & Raick, Jacques has been in contact with the firm excessively. As of late, he has been rather reclusive, spending the bulk of his time acclimating to the new world as well as honing his skills.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Jacques' apparent laissez-faire attitude evident in simply looking at him is, more than anything else, a facade. One of his most prominent traits is his fake indifference. That being said, he tends to have trouble understanding consequences, instead seeking out instant gratification. He also has trouble taking things seriously. He makes wisecracks whenever he deems it fit, whether or not it is truly tasteful. Linked rather closely to his careless attitude is a chronic sense of boredom that plagues Jacques. Jacques has trouble finding interest in anything that doesn't show immediate results, and gets bored quickly with things and even people who don't further his goals.

Even then, Jacques' personality also shows a careful, measured side. His big picture skills are rather lacking, but in the face of immediate danger he is ever present, acting and reacting only with the utmost precision, as long as his relative clumsiness doesn't get in his way, that is. His paranoia is likely his greatest asset in this -having so much experience with demons has taught him to be paranoid of everything. Nothing is true until it's done as far as Jacques is concerned. Because of this paranoia induced stress, Jacques is often pushed to make impulsive decisions on the spot, often dangerous calls, despite seeming calculated and in control.

Hand in hand with this impulsive behavior comes his most dangerous trait -years of suffering and trials, has given him a deadly temper. He often has a rather inappropriate rage in reaction to relatively small transgressions. He has trouble controlling this often unsanctioned anger, especially when in reaction to perceived threats -he follows closely the philosophy of shoot first, ask questions later.

Of course, there is more to Jacques than just these negative traits. Though he has trouble putting enough effort into anything to care, when he finds a person whom he truly cares for, he is unfalteringly loyal. Despite his anger issues, vengeful is not a word one would use to describe Jacques. He is very forgiving, even of those who directly betray him. On a more general note, Jacques truly enjoys happiness. If he's in a good mood and sees an opportunity to make someone smile or laugh, he will take it happily. Seeing others sad tends to only bring down his own mood.

S C H O O L S O F S T U D Y
Morphology / Arcanology

S P E L L S P E C I A L I Z A T I O N
Jacques specializes in a arcane spellcasting augmented by self-transformation for powerful effects. He has less power in utility, and more in versatile burst effects to deal with situations in the most efficient manner.

S P E L L S A N D A B I L I T I E S
Loup, Renard, Belette
In using his powers, Jacques spawns a multitude of tentacles from his body, made of an ethereal energy. Though they are fluid and blur in and out of existence, any time they are in use he has a set of twelve active -never more, never less. The tentacles move in tandem, grouping themselves in groups of four as they weave in and out of existence. The tentacles themselves are able to exert influence within a range of about twelve feet of Jacques. While active, the tentacles present themselves in any of three forms.
The first form, Loup, allows his tentacles to manifest in an iridescent teal color, appearing to be made of crystalline shards supported by arcane energy. Each set of tentacles manifesting as Loup increases his own magical resistances. In addition, Loup tentacles can fire small bolts of arcane energy -about as powerful as a heavyweight boxers punch.
The second form, Renard, manifests as oily black tentacles surrounded in bright magenta smoke. Bright arcane energy can be seen sparking throughout the mist. Tentacles manifesting in the form of Renard passively makes Jacques more evasive. Faster to facilitate escape, and somewhat difficult to focus on. Direct contact with the oily black tentacles or long exposure to the smoke is quite disorienting, similar to the effects of a concussion grenade.
When in the form of Belette, his tentacles are a matte black metal, impossibly fluid. Cracks run throughout the tentacles, each crack glowing with orange light. When in use, Belette tentacles increase Jacques durability and strength. Though naturally very frail, the use of enough Belette tentacles can put Jacques above even great athletes in physical power. The tentacles themselves, though not particularly special in effect, are effectively impenetrable to any mundane physical attacks.
These tentacles put very little strain on Jacques' mana -and are in fact almost muscle memory to cast. His true power comes in his ability to 'detonate' the tentacles in a burst of arcane magic. This detonation has a different effect depending on what combination of Loup, Wex, and Belette are active. The possible effects are as follows-

• Loup, Loup, Loup- Arcane Binding: Focused in a line that Jacques can aim, four feet wide and twelve feet long, Arcane Binding effectively stuns all caught in this range. The effect lasts for a matter of three seconds.
• Loup, Loup, Renard- Arcane Sleight: Jacques turns effectively invisible, hidden from mundane perception. This effect lasts for about thirty seconds.
• Loup, Loup, Belette- Arcane Barrier: A magical circle is drawn on the ground, about three feet in radius. The circle glows with arcane energy, and is generally impassable. Of course, a powerful enough creature of spell can break the line, but save for such conditions, it lasts as long as Jacques keeps it active.
• Renard, Renard, Renard- Silence: A cone of energy cast in front of Jacques, reaching about fifteen feet out, dispels any magic effects in the zone. The silence lasts for about five seconds, indicated by shiny magenta particles that slowly fall to indicate duration left.
• Renard, Renard, Loup- Flash: Jacques blinks anywhere between five and ten feet in a straight line. Anyone who is on the line between point A and point B of his travel is momentarily blinded, this effect lasting for about two seconds.
• Renard, Renard, Belette- Counter:v Jacques surrounds himself with an iridescent field of magenta energy. The next attack to target Jacques will break the barrier and will instead target the aggressor. This lasts until the effect is triggered.
• Belette, Belette, Belette- Challenge: A beam of energy is directed at an enemy, marking them with a pulsing energy. The next damage this enemy takes is amplified twofold by the energy. Lasts until triggered.
• Belette, Belette, Loup- Spawn: A trio of spirits are summoned to do the bidding of Jacques. Taking a form of pure arcane energy, the spirits look and behave similar to attack dogs. Upon taking almost any damage from an arcane source, the spirits overload with energy before being dispelled in a blast of energy.
• Belette, Belette, Renard- Phantom Limb: An extension of his will, Jacques gains a second phantom body that is invisible to most forms of perception. This body is capable of the vaguest mockery of locomotion, but is overall clumsy. Only useful for the movement or manipulation of objects as though it were telekinesis, it is useless in a fight. It lasts for about a minute at full strength, slowly fading from existence after a second minute.
• Loup, Renard, Belette- Power Overwhelming: In a circle centered on Jacques with a radius of three feet, a wave of powerful energy is released. Anything caught in this blast is thrown back with impressive force.

After 'detonating' his spell, Jacques is no longer able to enter his tentacled form until the spells effect are completely resolved. While this allows him to jump instantly back into the action with some spells such as Power Overwhelming, other spells like Spawn leave him vulnerable for long periods of time. Detonating a spell is rather taxing on his mana -he can only do it about thrice before needing to replenish his energy.

E Q U I P M E N T

• Textbook behavior- Jacques carries a tome filled with pages on pages of text and pictures, detailing thousands of arcane creatures and spells.
• Handy-capped- His robotic arm -a simple prosthetic model made by the bebionic company. While it has little function past basic gestures and grips, a specialized magnetic grip is keyed to his walking cane.
• "Lightning bolt!"- His walking cane has a rechargeable stun gun built into the tip -one that will only activate when used in tandem with his bionic arm.
• Liberté- .44 Remington magnum, polished silver. Bullets are infused with his own arcane energy, specifically made to counter magical effects. Shoot a magical barrier, it's far more likely to break. Shoot a fireball, and it weakens, etc.
• Égalité- A set of arcane crystals carried by Jacques, this set of twelve eight-sided gems contain pure arcane energy. Jacques can channel the energy in these stones to replenish his mana stores, taking about 6 stones to 'fill his tank', so to speak. Replenishing his mana in this way is much like taking out a loan from a bank -though in the moment it allows you to spend more in the moment, it must be paid off eventually, and with interest.
• Fraternité- A relic of his past, Jacques carries at some times an elegant sword bearing his family name on the hilt. A family heirloom obtained rather recently at an auction, Jacques treasures the blade. Enchanted through arcane magic, he can use it as a channel for his form, making it usable in battle with the arcane. When using predominantly Loup, the blade gains an ethereal partner, mimicking it's movement in midair. This magical blade hovers about five feet out from the actual location of the blade. When using Renard, the blade takes on a property of reflection. Magical attacks parried or blocked by the blade are deflected away from Jacques, not necessarily in the direction of the attacker. When in a stance of Belette, the blade strikes twice for every one successful hit, the second attack coming from seemingly nowhere.

O T H E R
Skilled with a violin, card tricks, and painting.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@jasonwolf I think you accidentally a word

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

I'll be able to post sometime today hopefully. Weekends are my worst time to post though, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to get more than one out

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

omfg why are buff lizard men hot ._.

@Witch Cat

Well that's an image that's going to be ingrained in my head for a loooong time. I'm... I'm gonna need some eye bleach for that.

World War Kaiju (OPEN)

"Verpiss dich." Was all Dirk was able to say when he was met with the creature. Giant crab indeed. As his eyes came to rest on the bulking claw of the beast, his stomach churned, dinner no longer sitting well. He remembered the meal well -crab linguine. He mentally cursed himself over and over mentally for not thinking the monster would be a crab or similar crustacean. Truly the obvious conclusion given the data, Dirk had simply not made the connection. Dirk frowned in response to Carvalho's comment, almost reflexively muttering a response. "You attack its weak point for massive damage..." Even as an almost hopeless feeling sunk in when faced with such a massive threat, his mind raced for a solution.

As he thought, Dirk pulled a notebook out from his bag and quickly began sketching the Fiddler from every angle he had gotten a glimpse of. He kept his eyes trained firmly on it, watching for the slightest ticks and twitches in it's movement. He began to speak out loud along with his train of thought, mumbling in an accent that steadily progressed deeper and deeper. "Crabs, highly competitive. Crab mentality... no, no. We don't have another crab. Crabs... crabs walk sideways. Completely useless. Fiddler crabs use their claws to... what is it. Mating display? Okay, territorial burrowing crustacean. That means high aggression towards others, less aggression towards other organisms, hopefully?" Dirk thought aloud, asking himself more questions than he truly answered. "No, no other crabs to direct aggression to. None that I know of... could there be a colony? F..." He muttered inconclusively.

Dirk frowned, consulting earlier pages of his notebook. He flipped through hundreds of pages of sticky-noted pages before frowning and putting the notebook away. He pulled out a different notebook from his bag, and flipped to an appropriately marked page. His eyes quickly scanned the scrawled handwriting, frequently flicking back up to look at the crab. "Fiddler crabs... omnivorous... eats sediment, sifting it in it's mouth for the nutrients..." He muttered, reading over the brief notes. Unfortunately, he only had taken notes down on dietary behaviors for the many species he had detailed in these books. He pulled out his tablet, and quickly preformed a search through the scholarly databases downloaded to his tablet. "Attracted to light, can't survive in freshwater, territorial, ritualistic, competitive. All very useful if WE HAD ANOTHER GODDAMNED CRAB." Dirk said angrily, pounding his fist on his knee. Beatrice, already agitated by the presence of the Fiddler, gave a distressed caw at this gesture, ruffling her feathers.

"Okay, don't overthink this. The crab has found meat in a vehicle before, he may be tempted to do it again. Could we load a vehicle with explosives for the crab to eat? Bypass the armor entirely that way." Dirk suggested to no one in particular, his accent slowly fading as he calmed himself. "Or perhaps target the claw with whatever arms we have. Normal sized fiddler crabs have trouble keeping the big claw attached at the joint, the square-cube law can only make that harder for our not-so-little friend." To make up for his massive earlier blunder, as well as his general lack of preparedness, Dirk threw out whatever suggestions he could for the group.