[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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[revenantking]

[They're similar in that respect; losing pieces of themselves as they go along. Roland doesn't shrink as he moves, though - the radioactive waste from inside the holes in his head just seems to keep coming. He addresses Alfie directly, though he doesn't stop moving.]

Ĝ̸͙͖͍̃ȯ̴͕͉͙̊̑ò̷͎͗͠d̵̯́̈́͗.̸̫̈͠ ̸̖̠͔̍͆. C̴̘̤͊̅ȃ̷̻̉ṋ̸̍ ̸̘̽y̷̠͖̐̇̚o̸̤͙̝͑͑̆ụ̶͚̟͘ ̶̘̍͆̒s̴̙͚̟͊̈́p̸͍̃e̴̘͗̏ą̴͉̟̈́̚k̷͎̍̊?̸̬̐

[Good. Can you speak? The crackling emanating from Roland gets far worse when he opens his full, leaking mouth. Roland hopes he can still be understood, but if he can't, he needs someone to translate..]

[devoutish]

[It takes him a moment or two to parse, but--]

Yes.

[His voice is thin and whispy, like ashes blowing away in the wind. He holds out a hand, maybe trying for a handshake, but it crumbles away.]

[revenantking]

[Roland's eyeless gaze lingers on the space where the man's hands were, perhaps envious that his form were, at least, elegant, but none of this is readable on the expressionless husk that remains of Roland's face.

Quiet as he was, this person was better to speak to those who were still human. For once, President Crane has lost his voice, and he hates it, but knows better than to try and pretend he's the most fit for the job.]

I̶̝͒'̸͔̯̿̃͐m̸̖̰̉̉̉ ̶̡̘͖̑R̴̦̅̈ỏ̸̝̚l̷̹̭̍̇͜a̵̧̘̭̐͂͆n̴̛̝͈d̵̟̘͑́.̴̥̌͊̔
̷͎̊̇ͅ
̴̪̦͂̆͋ͅY̵̢͆õ̴̙͗̓ū̴̼̠̑̈́͜?̸̳͈͊̏͝

[I'm Roland. You?]

[devoutish]

Alfie Solomons.

[He scrubs a hand over his lower face, and half his beard sloughs off.]

Where are you off to?