Minion closed up the lid to the box now filled with fish and turned to the stranger. Well, that was certainly new… A fish man? Swap monster? Alien? Mutant?
Setting aside the ice chest, he gave the being a little wave, “Hello?”
Blinking against the now brighter light, hesitation rules Azlariel’s actions. The Minion in front of him didn’t seem to be the one he’d met before, the suit new. That he so far seems to not be a threat is helpful, trilling softly to himself before returning the greeting. Waving in return. “Hello,” is his parroted and quieter, accented, response.
Minion perked up with the other beings response, “You are a person! I’ve never run into much out in the lake before, which always confused me considering the historical rumors around the lake, but Sir always says-”
Oh, he was doing it again. He really was horrible at the villainous secrets thing. Minion was just far too helpful of a fish.
“-Anyway, Minion, hench-fish extraordinaire,” he informed the new being, “You?”
With that quick motion Azlariel immediately freezes, trying to keep himself out of sight. Though that effort is abandoned not long after it’s first attempted, gait slow still as he steps out of hiding.
Minion closed up the lid to the box now filled with fish and turned to the stranger. Well, that was certainly new… A fish man? Swap monster? Alien? Mutant?
Setting aside the ice chest, he gave the being a little wave, “Hello?”
With the net brought up to where he stood in the shallows, Minion crouched and looked at his catch. A mix of Salmon and Trout of varying sizes, he patted the side of the net happily, “You’ll all be delicious.”
Swinging a carrying chest from his back, Minion set about fishing them out of the net and packing the wiggling fish into the chest to take home. As he didn’t see anyone around to protest the action, he opened the done in the top of his suit and dropped one of the smallest fish into the dome with him. The fish only had a moment to panic in disorientation before Minion’s large teeth closed on it. He munched happily as he finished packing his haul up.
He recognized that voice. Or at least, Azlariel thought he did, some subtle differences even the difference of hearing it from a distance couldn’t have caused. That familiarity is enough to have him venturing closer, coming ashore some distance away and hopefully out of sight.
Trying to keep his steps sure, there’s still the sound of rocks shifting under his feet.
With his singing, it took Minion awhile to notice anything. He probably still wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for his suits high tuned sensors. Without changing his suit from the task he was working on, Minion spun around in his dome. He stuck out the teeth of his lower jaw as he hummed thoughtfully, tracking the sound the suit had picked up on and peering in that direction.
Net fishing was illegal in Michigan unless you were one of the Native American Tribes, but even if he wasn’t the hench fish of a super villain, Minion hardly felt those rules applied to him. The law refused to register him as anything other than an animal, though the Warden had managed to get him registered as an endangered species at the very least. So as far as the alien fish was concerned, they could shove it. He was a fish hunting other fish and this just made thing so much easier with his busy schedule.
Humming Crazy Train to himself, he wadded his gorilla suit out into the water of the lake and found where he’d anchored the tie. A small floating bottle making where the net was as he dragged the circular net contraption back in.
The sight of something new in his territory had Azlariel curious enough to monitor the net that had been left. For the most part he avoided the places humans usually frequented, but the smell of this one was different. Like something else had placed it.
Monitoring the area he considered his, he finds himself drifting back in the direction of the net only to find the original placer having returned. Immediately he shies back to a safe distance in order to observe without risking harm.
With the net brought up to where he stood in the shallows, Minion crouched and looked at his catch. A mix of Salmon and Trout of varying sizes, he patted the side of the net happily, “You’ll all be delicious.”
Swinging a carrying chest from his back, Minion set about fishing them out of the net and packing the wiggling fish into the chest to take home. As he didn’t see anyone around to protest the action, he opened the done in the top of his suit and dropped one of the smallest fish into the dome with him. The fish only had a moment to panic in disorientation before Minion’s large teeth closed on it. He munched happily as he finished packing his haul up.
Net fishing was illegal in Michigan unless you were one of the Native American Tribes, but even if he wasn’t the hench fish of a super villain, Minion hardly felt those rules applied to him. The law refused to register him as anything other than an animal, though the Warden had managed to get him registered as an endangered species at the very least. So as far as the alien fish was concerned, they could shove it. He was a fish hunting other fish and this just made thing so much easier with his busy schedule.
Humming Crazy Train to himself, he wadded his gorilla suit out into the water of the lake and found where he’d anchored the tie. A small floating bottle making where the net was as he dragged the circular net contraption back in.
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