Jan 27, 2012 23:33
There's a man in a bowler hat and a fur overcoat sitting in a snowbank out back. He's currently looking out at the frozen lake, pistol in hand.
Not much interesting about him except for the fresh, gaping, self-inflicted headwound.
He's a little upset, but botherable.
john mccabe,
karkat vantas,
elrond
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So it is that there is a grey-faced adolescent with nubby but brightly-colored horns, kicking slush out of the worn path out to the forge. He is bundled up in a black corduroy jacket; the Cancer symbol is embroidered in red, which is another thing he's getting used to.
The guy with a hole in his head doesn't get a second look, because Karkat notices the problem on the first one. He can smell blood. "OH WHAT THE FUCK, I UNDERSTAND YOU CAN'T HELP BEING DEAD BUT YOU COULD AT LEAST COVER THAT SHIT UP. SOME OF US JUST ATE." Despite his bluster, his eyes are a little wide, and--it's hard to tell, but his pallor might be a little more pallid.
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"G-get away from me, demon! You ain't takin' me to Hell!"
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He could tell him to sit still, but he is already doing so. Asking if he is hurt is foolish, but things are not what they seem here, not always, and so a simple question of, "Do you need help?" seems a good place to start.
His fingers are itching to do something about the wound.
Tall, imposing, clad in a dark grey woolen cloak and with unbound dark hair cascading like water and mist down his back, and eyes lit with the light of stars, he does not look human at all.
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He trails off when he notices the elf's more...peculiar features.
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It is still somewhat unsetteling. Of course, if it is unsetteling to him, chances are it is much worse being the one it is actually happening to.
"Do you need something to stop the bleeding?"
Not that it likely matters, but he might want to preserve his clothes.
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