[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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[phaseshifter]

"Eridium doesn't emit radiation. It can safely be handled by humans in its solid form, as long as they don't do anything stupid like try to freaking eat it, and the liquid slag will only cause tempora-- Stop that! Stop treating me like I'm some kind of monster!!"

He's still backing away. Angel's suspicions are half-forgotten, pushed away by how upsetting that is - Rhys is one of the more physically-affectionate people she knows, and having him recoil from her like that is particularly hurtful.

So she reaches out for his arm. Just to stop him. She isn't trying to hurt anyone. Unfortunately, intent doesn't really count for shit in this particular case. How badly Rhys gets hurt depends on how quick he is - if she just brushes him then violet lines blossom from the point of contact, branching a few inches outwards in swirls made of teeny-tiny saltlike crystals. If she gets a firm grip, though, the crystals bloom into something significantly more noticable.

[sleight_of_fate]

Rhys is quick on his feet, but he also has one blind eye- literally- and is not entirely sure what to expect or what he should be doing. Angel's rage-filled scream, however, motivates him just as much as her swipe at him and the pain that instantly blossoms in his arm and shoulder.

Fuck. He hates doing this to Angel, but he's going to die if he stays. The blood from his nose is coming off his chin in fat drops now and he's pushed as far as he can.

"M'sorry, sweetheart."

He spins with the dodge, trying to avoid contact and failing, but gets his feet under him with shocking quickness and bolts down the hall, frantically scanning for a door to barricade himself behind.