Barricade simply grunted in response to the commentary concerning the soul, pausing a moment before just scooping it up in one hand. He rolled it between his talons - kind of airy, not really substantial. Weird. Again, he had that moment of dreadful curiosity if this is what he'd see if he opened the armor of his chest, to see if the spark remained or not. He wasn't ready for that just yet, and definitely not here. The Madness might have abated, but he didn't need anything else to push him in the wrong direction.
Pinching the tapered end of the soul delicately between two talons, he lifted it up to his face. It was Qilby's tone that made him pause again, shooting the old man a careful, suspicious look. Take your reward, he said. Was he missing something here? The Meister couldn't do anything with the soul, aside from feed it to his Weapon to make it stronger. He thought of Qilby taking samples of the fungus, of Demona's promise for the three of them to speak - and knew he was still in the dark here. However long those two had been working together, they had a more cohesive plan he wasn't privy to yet. Fine. He'd get it out of them eventually, before they tried to take advantage of him.
Instead of arguing the point, Barricade tipped back his head and opened his mouth. He dropped the soul between his jagged teeth, black tongue curling around the orb and sucking it down easily. The glass door wings over his shoulders shuddered as he swallowed, armor rippling at the bizarre sensation. Oral consumption wasn't the most efficient, and his systems couldn't track something as intangible as a soul. Even if it had been there a moment ago, it was gone now, and he hardly felt any better for it. Maybe after 98 more Kishin souls and Witches' soul, but one was apparently a drop in the ocean.
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Pinching the tapered end of the soul delicately between two talons, he lifted it up to his face. It was Qilby's tone that made him pause again, shooting the old man a careful, suspicious look. Take your reward, he said. Was he missing something here? The Meister couldn't do anything with the soul, aside from feed it to his Weapon to make it stronger. He thought of Qilby taking samples of the fungus, of Demona's promise for the three of them to speak - and knew he was still in the dark here. However long those two had been working together, they had a more cohesive plan he wasn't privy to yet. Fine. He'd get it out of them eventually, before they tried to take advantage of him.
Instead of arguing the point, Barricade tipped back his head and opened his mouth. He dropped the soul between his jagged teeth, black tongue curling around the orb and sucking it down easily. The glass door wings over his shoulders shuddered as he swallowed, armor rippling at the bizarre sensation. Oral consumption wasn't the most efficient, and his systems couldn't track something as intangible as a soul. Even if it had been there a moment ago, it was gone now, and he hardly felt any better for it. Maybe after 98 more Kishin souls and Witches' soul, but one was apparently a drop in the ocean.
"Not very appetizing," he decided.