[you know. actually, I don't think mimics are a thing on Astra; most assuredly, Luke hasn't seen one. that's probably why Bradley gets the distinct dishonour of just... getting to sit there for a minute while the mimic is doing its thing. it's no Eclipsite (doesn't seem like something they wouldn't do though), and so—does that make it just the same as any box really?
he'll just have to go with that. a living... box. what a thing to see. that marvel of a thought happens simultaneously with his movements. Luke's right hand grasps the back of his unfortunate companion's shirt, the left curling under the lid of the box. long claws stick into fleshy(???????!) bits there, and with an exhale of breath, there's a marked rise of static in the air. depending on how he's stuck in its maw, the wizard may catch a glimpse of the little shocks of electric energy prickling along those fingers, arcing into the mimic with deadly efficiency.
it... should at least be enough to stun the damn thing so he can yank the lid open and pull Bradley back from his plight, allowing him to land unceremoniously however he crumples in favour of making sure it's not going to retaliate... somehow.
did he just shock torture a box? he thinks he might have just shock tortured a box. what is his life becoming?]
... Are you still conscious? [there's earnest concern there, though he doesn't yet turn his gaze away from the thing.]
Sorry for the delay!
he'll just have to go with that. a living... box. what a thing to see. that marvel of a thought happens simultaneously with his movements. Luke's right hand grasps the back of his unfortunate companion's shirt, the left curling under the lid of the box. long claws stick into fleshy(???????!) bits there, and with an exhale of breath, there's a marked rise of static in the air. depending on how he's stuck in its maw, the wizard may catch a glimpse of the little shocks of electric energy prickling along those fingers, arcing into the mimic with deadly efficiency.
it... should at least be enough to stun the damn thing so he can yank the lid open and pull Bradley back from his plight, allowing him to land unceremoniously however he crumples in favour of making sure it's not going to retaliate... somehow.
did he just shock torture a box? he thinks he might have just shock tortured a box. what is his life becoming?]
... Are you still conscious? [there's earnest concern there, though he doesn't yet turn his gaze away from the thing.]