and he's still a chimera. yeah, okay. that tracks. even when the universe explodes, it's laughing at him.
here in Makmur, the stony-faced, blue-skinned, wire-haired chimera man is fiddling with the peculiar thing now in his ear because how did it get there his skin can't really get pierced an--whatever. simulation. okay. sure.
...there's a tiny blue hedgehog ambling around at his feet. it's not sonic. it'd be better if it was, maybe, because it wouldn't be providing helpful setting details that embarrass the man more and more as it goes on.
Zelgadis rubs at his face.]
It'll be nice...to wake up soon...[please. if he's really dead don't let this joke be his afterlife.] [being a nature bitch is kind of a secondary trait for this coldhearted, completely unflappable and definitely never easily-flustered sorcerer-swordsman, so if there's some remote and lush nature to be had, he's going to navigate toward it and consider that, if it really is all fake...it's convincing. looks and smells right, at least.
safer to test spells out here, too (because even if everyone else here is also fake, it's kind of a dick move to just start blasting).]
Dug Haut-!!
[he takes a knee and presses a palm onto the ground, willing an eruption of large earthen spires to manifest in violent fashion. it'd be more violent if he was fighting something, but eh.]
...Hmh. [so...shamanist spells still are a go? he rubs at his chin, sitting back on his leg as he thinks about the logistics of that. universe gone...world spirits not gone? or is he just...manifesting things with his own will...?] ...
...
[whoa. weird. he can...feel something? wait, no. it's not external, is it?
Zelgadis stands underneath one of those pastel fuck-trees, perplexed and acting like he's never had hands before. but that's not it! he's just...trying to sort out if the tingling is coming from over the skin or under. either or is weird, but one is weirder than the other, okay?
his ear twitches upon hearing footfalls, prompting a sharp pivot of focus. a wide, owlish gawk is shot in the direction of an interloper, looking almost accusatory in his bewilderment. you? did you do this?]
zelgadis greywords - slayers - ota
...Right.
[so. simulation. dead. ghost...spirit-things...
and he's still a chimera. yeah, okay. that tracks. even when the universe explodes, it's laughing at him.
here in Makmur, the stony-faced, blue-skinned, wire-haired chimera man is fiddling with the peculiar thing now in his ear because how did it get there his skin can't really get pierced an--whatever. simulation. okay. sure.
...there's a tiny blue hedgehog ambling around at his feet. it's not sonic. it'd be better if it was, maybe, because it wouldn't be providing helpful setting details that embarrass the man more and more as it goes on.
Zelgadis rubs at his face.]
It'll be nice...to wake up soon...[please. if he's really dead don't let this joke be his afterlife.]
[being a nature bitch is kind of a secondary trait for this coldhearted, completely unflappable and definitely never easily-flustered sorcerer-swordsman, so if there's some remote and lush nature to be had, he's going to navigate toward it and consider that, if it really is all fake...it's convincing. looks and smells right, at least.
safer to test spells out here, too (because even if everyone else here is also fake, it's kind of a dick move to just start blasting).]
Dug Haut-!!
[he takes a knee and presses a palm onto the ground, willing an eruption of large earthen spires to manifest in violent fashion. it'd be more violent if he was fighting something, but eh.]
...Hmh. [so...shamanist spells still are a go? he rubs at his chin, sitting back on his leg as he thinks about the logistics of that. universe gone...world spirits not gone? or is he just...manifesting things with his own will...?]
...
...
[whoa. weird. he can...feel something? wait, no. it's not external, is it?
Zelgadis stands underneath one of those pastel fuck-trees, perplexed and acting like he's never had hands before. but that's not it! he's just...trying to sort out if the tingling is coming from over the skin or under. either or is weird, but one is weirder than the other, okay?
his ear twitches upon hearing footfalls, prompting a sharp pivot of focus. a wide, owlish gawk is shot in the direction of an interloper, looking almost accusatory in his bewilderment. you? did you do this?]