jackoboyce: (Exasperated)
Jack Boyce ([personal profile] jackoboyce) wrote in [community profile] crystalclods 2016-12-09 03:52 am (UTC)

inwardly screaming man here

Ah... no. Not in the least.

Well... the hair. Yes. [he pushes one heavy sleeve up, revealing a muscled, swarthy forearm... but under that, the lifeless greyish white and the dark patch carry on in an organic strip.

Boyce is growing more alarmed by the second, but a mixture of a lifetime of iron-willed self-control and... well, the presence of a human staring him down keep him from lifting his sweater up. He does pull the neck hem away from his chest (along with the longjohns beneath the raw, heavy wool) and what he finds is more alarming than odd pigmentation.

His other hand pats around at the gem embedded in his chest and now his face takes on a sallow, flabbergasted thousand-yard stare.

He comes back to himself quickly and snaps his gaze to the girl.]


You're absolutely convinced that... that we're not dead, this isn't the heart of Authos?

[Why else would he have a stone-hard egg of a lump protruding from his chest, as far as he can feel? His unnaturally sallow tone is making him feel more and more sure that this is some kind of after-life.]

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