[Jin Guangyao is well and truly unconscious as the magic gets underway, etching the mark into his forehead. But he's surprisingly large-bodied in his day-to-day monster form alone, with several meters of thick viper tail, and the potion only goes so far.
When consciousness does slowly seep back, it's with a searing pain. His fangs try to unfold against the gag in his mouth and he lets out a soft groan before even thinking about it, eyes moving ever so slightly.
He doesn't know what is happening, what they're doing or still have yet to do, but he recognizes the man directly in front of him at least. It can't be hard to catch L's eye when he's looking right at Jin Guangyao's face -- he couldn't catch Myr's gaze those few weeks ago, but that hadn't too much of an impediment back then. So even gagged, he can try to pull L deep down into that golden stare.
Frankly, his first urge on seeing the leftover from that prick of blood is to compel L to finish slitting his wrist all the way up, but even in pain and fury, he's not that stupid. It's likely that such a thing would be more easily resisted.
Just... take out the gag, Linden. He thinks it over and over, repeating it in his mind in hopes that somehow, the tingle of hypnotic magic will do its job, and quelling the monstrous instinct to shake his tailtip and huff in anger. Two against one, he isn't likely to win. But if he can stay still enough to surprise them...]
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When consciousness does slowly seep back, it's with a searing pain. His fangs try to unfold against the gag in his mouth and he lets out a soft groan before even thinking about it, eyes moving ever so slightly.
He doesn't know what is happening, what they're doing or still have yet to do, but he recognizes the man directly in front of him at least. It can't be hard to catch L's eye when he's looking right at Jin Guangyao's face -- he couldn't catch Myr's gaze those few weeks ago, but that hadn't too much of an impediment back then. So even gagged, he can try to pull L deep down into that golden stare.
Frankly, his first urge on seeing the leftover from that prick of blood is to compel L to finish slitting his wrist all the way up, but even in pain and fury, he's not that stupid. It's likely that such a thing would be more easily resisted.
Just... take out the gag, Linden. He thinks it over and over, repeating it in his mind in hopes that somehow, the tingle of hypnotic magic will do its job, and quelling the monstrous instinct to shake his tailtip and huff in anger. Two against one, he isn't likely to win. But if he can stay still enough to surprise them...]