Sean cocks a quizzical eyebrow in the directions of both the massive centipede and Slick.
Sean had been born with the ability to understand inner monologues. At first it was merely interesting, but over time he had learned to use it to his advantage. At this point he was, in secret, especially delighted that he could also understand the mind of the apparently sentient centipede in the jeep, and he had been wandering lately if his ability could work the opposite way.
He thinks as hard as he can at the direction of the centipede.
SEAN:(inner monologue) Hello, little anomaly. Can you hear me, or am I an idiot for attempting this? Erm... test...test... one...two... five... Heh, I Always Wanted to Say That.
(aloud) Compatriots?
(((Wait, wait, how did Lindelle get into the jeep? I thought she had wings? Did I miss something?)))
edited 19th Dec '10 12:15:13 AM by Diamonnes
My name is Cu Chulainn. Beside the raging sea I am left to moan. Sorrow I am, for I brought down my only son.Slick: -on walkie-talkie- DEUCE! DROOG! Get here, now!
-A small, unimposing man
◊ and a tall, imposing man
◊ walk out of the bar-
edited 19th Dec '10 2:04:37 AM by TheGreatPiesAlt
-sandworm rises out of the ground a la Dune, and Tom promptly starts the Jeep-
Tom: Let's get the heck out of dodge!
-flies away as fast as she can, trying to throw fire arrows into it's mouth-
Lindelle: Whyohwhyohwhydidtheyhavetoattacknow!? Sandwormsandarmytroopsinonedayareaveryveryveryverybadcombination!
edited 19th Dec '10 1:23:40 PM by AwesomeZombie22
Usually here.Lindelle: Dieyouuglyabominationtomankind! Diediediediediediediediediediediediediediediedie!
Usually here.Sean blinks, his eyes glazing over.
SEAN: I can catch a cane. It'll break my wrist and elbow, but you'll have no way to stop the knife. Even if you grab it, a drop of this poison can kill a bull elephant in sixteen seconds. Your mate here will then attempt to kill me, likely with that pistol, assuming it has any more ammunition. If it doesn't, I'll kill him as well. By this point your other friend will have either shat himself in terror and surrendered or vowed revenge. He's got a decent chance at taking me out if he chooses the latter; I'll likely be injured and not facing him. He could strike my neck or the back of my skull at the risk of the knife coming around to find his wrist. Overall, your little gang MIGHT kill me, but you will be dead. I have a feeling you don't want to be dead.
My name is Cu Chulainn. Beside the raging sea I am left to moan. Sorrow I am, for I brought down my only son.-Droog is pointing a gun at Sean's head-
You forgot the possibility that we might attack at once. Tell me, how would a little guy like you fare against three armed men?
And plus, even if we did get beaten by you, you'd most likely be stuck in the middle of the desert. Can you take on a sandworm by yourself?
edited 20th Dec '10 12:00:01 AM by TheGreatPiesAlt

Lindelle: I doubt it. The bigger a species is, the fewer it's numbers.
Usually here.