Marshall would have rolled his eyes at such a predictably pointless assault, if they weren't still swimming in formaldehyde. To be honest, he'd expected this much of his roommate; her story was unknown, but her experiments -- tortures, really -- weren't hidden from him. After all, he's been no more than a head in a jar. To what did anyone think to hide the harsh reality of this place from his water-logged eyes? No more than one sensible thought to betrayed the hopes of a child, when they wished upon a star. As such, he figured her durability was high, temper was sky-high, her sense was low, and her rationality was null.

That was good, in this case. As she lashed into reaction range, he threw his hand up, and it latched onto the back of her head. It slipped into the collar of her shirt, and skittered down her back, comically, like an oversized rodent, before fingers enshrouded in light, belying the darkness beneath, curled around the base of tail... and dug in.

'[i][color=a187be]I can barely see, but, I know that was too close.[/color][/i]' Marshall mused, as the Erune's berserker charge at him became a flailing struggle to detach his hand from her tail. '[i][color=a187be]If exposed to the right application of pain, I may be unable to control her, but, I can move her away.[/color][/i]' he decided, '[i][color=a187be]After all, she cannot surmise that a head is capable of the physical feat occurring. Well, suppose, she can, but, the concept is sketchy at best.[/color][/i]'

	Marshall tabbed out of his own thoughts, for a moment, as the formaldehyde was starting to, blissfully, drain out the bottom of his neck, and he was able to see. '[i][color=a187be]Well, you're a cute one. For an Erune, anyways.[/color][/i]' he admired for a moment, '[i][color=a187be]A fair sight, now that you aren't orange.[/color][/i]' Marshall watched her lash and spin, '[i][color=a187be]Hrm. Maybe, a cat... or a dog...? No collar. I guess, that would be immoral or something... Insulting, perhaps? Racist, mayhaps?[/color][/i]'

'[i][color=a187be]Gah! Focus, Chambers, focus on not getting slaughtered.[/color][/i]' Marshall huffed, internally. '[i][color=a187be]They do look fluffy, though. I'll sneak a pet in later. Maybe, a scratch behind the ears. If she purrs, I'll know for sure if she's a cat or a dog.[/color][/i]' he wandered into his thoughts anew, '[i][color=a187be]Ah, dammit. Focus on the matter at hand. This isn't time to be thinking about a new pet.[/color][/i]' he chided himself. '[i][color=a187be]I just need to make her... actually...[/color][/i]'

It was with an inward smirk that he loosed her tail from his hold, and sent his hand rushing beyond the hem of her dress, and towards the door... just to see if she would chase it, or try to slaughter the head that had no possible means of attacking her. It was a risky gamble, but, hey, if it didn't pay off, he would just regenerate the damage in a few hours.

'[i][color=a187be]Let's see if you can fetch.[/color][/i]'
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