NonCanon: Snapped
[Ivan leaned in close to the mirror, eyeballing the cut across his face. He ran a gloved finger over it with a frown, noting that it yes, it had re-closed since its re-opening from his borrowed electric powers.]
[But now it was red and angry, slightly swelled above the surface. All together, hideous. Not to mention the sword wounds all over his arm and some on his chest that had suffered the same gruesome reanimation. Luckily those could be covered, kept hidden and neat.]
[Ivan curled and uncurled the fingers on his cybernetic hand, metal and joints creaking. A glove was pulled over it with slight resistance, and then he headed out the door.]
[An entire day spent wandering the Nexus, and all he had to show for it was a full belly and some ammo. Outside rooms were a bore. Effect rooms were to be avoided. His "secretary" was not around right now for casual encounters.]
[There were no other interests that day; nobody to take out his annoyance on of his again marred face. But there was Volgin, back at his apartment that he was now approaching. Volgin, on the couch as usual, acting like a-]
Lazy old man.
[But now it was red and angry, slightly swelled above the surface. All together, hideous. Not to mention the sword wounds all over his arm and some on his chest that had suffered the same gruesome reanimation. Luckily those could be covered, kept hidden and neat.]
[Ivan curled and uncurled the fingers on his cybernetic hand, metal and joints creaking. A glove was pulled over it with slight resistance, and then he headed out the door.]
[An entire day spent wandering the Nexus, and all he had to show for it was a full belly and some ammo. Outside rooms were a bore. Effect rooms were to be avoided. His "secretary" was not around right now for casual encounters.]
[There were no other interests that day; nobody to take out his annoyance on of his again marred face. But there was Volgin, back at his apartment that he was now approaching. Volgin, on the couch as usual, acting like a-]
Lazy old man.