[he says this very plainly, almost pointedly, as they walk. he doesn't want Tek to think that he's playing some game with this one. there's a whole portrait of a problem here, and he can only see a tiny corner of the picture.]
I tried to ask her what the problem was, but all she mentioned was a war that she saw? Something to do with that Calibration stuff?
[as a testament to just how volatile the whole thing is, a glimpse of all the things that must be going through his head right then, just the suggestion of what happened is enough for something to catch and ignite.
his mask breaks right apart. who is there to care about his face anymore, anyway? it's just him, another monster, and the audience-- and he hopes they're watching now.
his face splits into a hideous, wet snarl in an instant; his pretty skin wrinkles up around his nose and eyes. gaze still stabbing straight forward at nothing, he doesn't slow, but he's hissing just to let the tension boil over without snapping.]
[physically, he stays poised and walking with his hands behind his back. mentally, he keeps attentive, recalculating now that he can clearly see the damage that this situation has done. but despite his best efforts, a shiver runs down his spine and his spirit recoils.
he would have thought this exciting, once, all this obvious danger. when did that change?]
They did. [his smirk is gone, at least.] They did it to me, too. We're dealing with something wicked and powerful.
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[he says this very plainly, almost pointedly, as they walk. he doesn't want Tek to think that he's playing some game with this one. there's a whole portrait of a problem here, and he can only see a tiny corner of the picture.]
I tried to ask her what the problem was, but all she mentioned was a war that she saw? Something to do with that Calibration stuff?
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his mask breaks right apart. who is there to care about his face anymore, anyway? it's just him, another monster, and the audience-- and he hopes they're watching now.
his face splits into a hideous, wet snarl in an instant; his pretty skin wrinkles up around his nose and eyes. gaze still stabbing straight forward at nothing, he doesn't slow, but he's hissing just to let the tension boil over without snapping.]
--They just let her right in.
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he would have thought this exciting, once, all this obvious danger. when did that change?]
They did. [his smirk is gone, at least.] They did it to me, too. We're dealing with something wicked and powerful.