[Halloween post//Captain's Log 4- video]
Well. Startin' t'have some o' that pain y'all were talkin' about now.
[The pain is partially because his limbs are getting increasingly heavier, partially because his skin is splitting in some places to allow shiny metal to shine through, and partially beacause, for one reason or another, he is treated to a peculiar and unpleasant pinching sensation every time he bends his elbows, moves his arms, bends his knees, tilts his head, or anything similar. He is trying not to move his legs too much, because the sharp pinches to the insides of his thighs are just not cool.]
[Apart from that, his goggles have fallen off, and he can't manage to get them to stick again. His hair seems to be withdrawing into his scalp, much to his disdain, and the shiny quality hasn't gone away. It's happened before that he's looked at some part of himself in the sunlight and been briefly blinded. Also not cool.]
Not too bad, though. Had worse, I reckon, an' prob'ly will again.
Anyway, how's ever'body else doin'?
[The worst thing, really, is probably the clanking sound he's starting to make with every step, like he's wearing metal boots. ...Well, actually, his boots have started refusing to come off, and he's afraid the metallic sheen is now encompassing them as well. And the last time he picked up his weapon, he had to pry it out of his own hand. He did not want that stuck to him. Terribly inconvenient, it would be.]
...Them pumpkins gettin' on anybody else's nerves? Put my foot through one t'day 'cause I couldn't step high enough. Damned heavy feet...
[locked to Vincent]
[He grins widely and waves with enthusiasm, as though he hasn't seen the other in ages.]
Hey. Drew up some plans this mornin'. Thought y'might wanna come by an' see what y'think about 'em.
[The pain is partially because his limbs are getting increasingly heavier, partially because his skin is splitting in some places to allow shiny metal to shine through, and partially beacause, for one reason or another, he is treated to a peculiar and unpleasant pinching sensation every time he bends his elbows, moves his arms, bends his knees, tilts his head, or anything similar. He is trying not to move his legs too much, because the sharp pinches to the insides of his thighs are just not cool.]
[Apart from that, his goggles have fallen off, and he can't manage to get them to stick again. His hair seems to be withdrawing into his scalp, much to his disdain, and the shiny quality hasn't gone away. It's happened before that he's looked at some part of himself in the sunlight and been briefly blinded. Also not cool.]
Not too bad, though. Had worse, I reckon, an' prob'ly will again.
Anyway, how's ever'body else doin'?
[The worst thing, really, is probably the clanking sound he's starting to make with every step, like he's wearing metal boots. ...Well, actually, his boots have started refusing to come off, and he's afraid the metallic sheen is now encompassing them as well. And the last time he picked up his weapon, he had to pry it out of his own hand. He did not want that stuck to him. Terribly inconvenient, it would be.]
...Them pumpkins gettin' on anybody else's nerves? Put my foot through one t'day 'cause I couldn't step high enough. Damned heavy feet...
[locked to Vincent]
[He grins widely and waves with enthusiasm, as though he hasn't seen the other in ages.]
Hey. Drew up some plans this mornin'. Thought y'might wanna come by an' see what y'think about 'em.