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destinystrings2013-01-30 09:49 am
primordial) wrote in destinystrings2013-01-30 09:49 am
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I've broken every law
Who: A very burnt Sam Erstwhile and YOU.
Where: Right at the bank of the river bisecting the city, in Gemini Ward
Summary: After horribly suffering injuries due to Anoli at the end of the Closing Ceremonies, Sam Erstwhile decides to crawl off and nurse his wounds at the river instead of going to the hospital. Because eldritch horrors in the disguise of guys don't go to hospitals if they don't want their secret to be found out.
Warnings: Mentions of serious burn wounds, as well as some body horror because secret eldritch abomination here, hello.
(Also, Sam won't be in the best shape, so he'll probably be relying on telepathy to talk to people who approach him- please fill out his permission post about that if you haven't done so already!)
It's hard to breathe.
The events that happened before seem almost a blur to him. He was running away, ready to escape, and then the world around him had burst into flames, and then...there was pain. Nothing but pain and fear and anger, and never before had the concept of death had come close to being real than in that moment.
But he had somehow escaped all that. And now he was here, near the only place which could distract him from the throbbing pain throughout his body: the river. Water had always been such a comforting thing for him, especially considering the fact that his other half had lived in a lake for millions of years. So, he sits on the bank, bare feet dangling in the water idly (or are those tentacles? It's hard to tell) as the pain flits through his shirtless chest every time he tries to catch a breath.
And people passing by might notice in just what sort of dreadful state he's in- first of all, huge patches of his skin are blackened, looking like burnt paper, some of it peeling off. If you take a closer look, you'll find its even more horrible than one suspected- there are tiny yellow octopus-like eyes opening up haphazardly on his body, blinking wearily, and some of them are even closed and wounded for good. And at times one can see his entire form shuddering like a plate of jello, for to keep looking human the way he is takes energy, and boy, does it hurt to do that. Surprisingly, there isn't any blood.
Sam lets out a weak cough. Oh, he was mad, he really was, but now was not the time for that. He needed to keep himself from letting his life slip away, and the only way to do that is to let himself heal far away from prying eyes...
Too bad some prying eyes might have found him like this already.
Where: Right at the bank of the river bisecting the city, in Gemini Ward
Summary: After horribly suffering injuries due to Anoli at the end of the Closing Ceremonies, Sam Erstwhile decides to crawl off and nurse his wounds at the river instead of going to the hospital. Because eldritch horrors in the disguise of guys don't go to hospitals if they don't want their secret to be found out.
Warnings: Mentions of serious burn wounds, as well as some body horror because secret eldritch abomination here, hello.
(Also, Sam won't be in the best shape, so he'll probably be relying on telepathy to talk to people who approach him- please fill out his permission post about that if you haven't done so already!)
It's hard to breathe.
The events that happened before seem almost a blur to him. He was running away, ready to escape, and then the world around him had burst into flames, and then...there was pain. Nothing but pain and fear and anger, and never before had the concept of death had come close to being real than in that moment.
But he had somehow escaped all that. And now he was here, near the only place which could distract him from the throbbing pain throughout his body: the river. Water had always been such a comforting thing for him, especially considering the fact that his other half had lived in a lake for millions of years. So, he sits on the bank, bare feet dangling in the water idly (or are those tentacles? It's hard to tell) as the pain flits through his shirtless chest every time he tries to catch a breath.
And people passing by might notice in just what sort of dreadful state he's in- first of all, huge patches of his skin are blackened, looking like burnt paper, some of it peeling off. If you take a closer look, you'll find its even more horrible than one suspected- there are tiny yellow octopus-like eyes opening up haphazardly on his body, blinking wearily, and some of them are even closed and wounded for good. And at times one can see his entire form shuddering like a plate of jello, for to keep looking human the way he is takes energy, and boy, does it hurt to do that. Surprisingly, there isn't any blood.
Sam lets out a weak cough. Oh, he was mad, he really was, but now was not the time for that. He needed to keep himself from letting his life slip away, and the only way to do that is to let himself heal far away from prying eyes...
Too bad some prying eyes might have found him like this already.
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You can digest metal?
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"Desco's other body is the one that eats metal."
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Your...other body? What do you mean?
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So instead of replying, Desco's back splits open, revealing a staring golden eye surrounded by purple flesh, which proceeds to pulsate, bubble, and writhe out of the small opening until a massive tentacled bulk half again as large as Desco herself is floating beside her. The opening on Desco's back seals itself closed over what appears to be a black emptiness.
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I see. A pause, and then he lets out a laugh, mouth twisting upwards in a smile. Your other body looks very similar to what I really look like, you know.
Perhaps in another world, we really would have been related...
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Modular anatomy can be a very strange thing sometimes.
She won't actually say anything in reply to that, because she does, on occasion, know when not to push things, and really the half-acknowledgment is good enough for her anyway.
this is still sam just another journal because true form stuffs
Usually,, he wouldn't even consider doing something like that, but...so far she hasn't been hostile, and she's shown herself to him, and there's no reason to be concerned that she'll attack him in his stranger state. He and she are alike, after all.
So, with a sigh, he lets the outlines of his arms and legs blur and twist into formless masses of tentacles, lets the rest of his yellow octopus-like eyes he's been keeping under his skin weakly open, lets the human face melt into expressionless black flesh.
There's a shudder, and Sam lets out a relieved noise, tentacles weaving into the grass around him.
Much better.
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"You look so regal!"
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Now that is not a word he has ever heard used to describe him. His eyes open and close in surprise, and his voice sounds confused.
What do you mean?
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"A towering mass of darkness, a great lord of fear! Even a glimpse of you must drive the weak to gibbering madness, realizing the depth of their imperfections!"
And now she's just clapping her hands with glee.
"Desco hopes she has even a tenth of your dark grandeur when she grows up!"
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Oh...well. Erm. Thanks?
Wow, how does one even react to this?
You really want to be like me when you grow up?
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"Desco would be so cool!"
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Cool? Um...yeah. You'd be cool. Very cool.
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"Thank you!"
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He grumbles slightly, eyes turning towards the river.
...No problem.
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