[Did he fall asleep in the middle of an action flick or something? This entire dream is embarrassingly high-budget, and the man toting the rifle between him and the creature could give Jack a run for his money, as far as "leading man" looks go.
Percy hitting his target, and the roar that answers the wound--pained, but more in a harried way than anything--pulls him back from his internal casting, though.]
Not as such, no.
[He answers, slightly stunned, a pointed glance down at the solidified slime that's left him frozen as essentially a large, gooey popsicle.]
If you can dislodge me, I might be able to hop. [Deeply unclear if that's meant seriously. And then, after a beat:] Please don't use the gun.
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Percy hitting his target, and the roar that answers the wound--pained, but more in a harried way than anything--pulls him back from his internal casting, though.]
Not as such, no.
[He answers, slightly stunned, a pointed glance down at the solidified slime that's left him frozen as essentially a large, gooey popsicle.]
If you can dislodge me, I might be able to hop. [Deeply unclear if that's meant seriously. And then, after a beat:] Please don't use the gun.