Lab Reports

"You have no original ideas. You endlessly reiterate your own body on others like some kind of navel-gazing cult leader. Pretty soon the candy-bimbo look will be stale, and you'll just fade away."

Broadmoore endured this wordlessly, her eyes glowing a vivid yellow-green.

Marius sneered. It made him more handsome. "What, you're gonna do your defcon eyes now? Five minutes to minimum safe distance? Whatever. Like you can do anything to me."

Broadmoore felt the glow shift to red-orange.

"See you never, one-hit loser."

Broadmoore ground her teeth, watching Marius go. Then pivoted on her heel and marched to the back of the club, to the considerable relief of witnesses.

Birthday gift for @black-crown! the Frostbytes are a kind of gestalt mind with a variety of bodies (or concurrent instances), and while they largely operate under consensus, sometimes circumstances arise in which a central coordinator is required. Currently it's the stag. I dressed him like a 1980s executive and placed him in an office with somewhat retro technology; because the Plurality isn't especially limited by form, these elements are both symbolic and literal, they both evoke truths about their status while masking their true capabilities.

Anyway there's much better establishing text on his copy over on FurAffinity. <3

(Normally I crop these paintings, but I felt the additional negative space adds something to the mood of the piece.)