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[fivefingered]

Something enters. At first you might suppose it is an animal; but then you'd realise that the blackness that covers its body is dirt and filth, and although its hair is long and shaggy, and it is unclothed except for a bit of animal skin that is perhaps meant to be a loincloth, it is human. If you look even closer, you might see that it a man

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[godsayshi]

*...immediately going to look concerned and tilt his head slightly as he takes in his appearance* ...are you -- sir?

[fivefingered]

"A man. Are you a man?" croaked.

[godsayshi]

Typist: Oh, right, prose, haha. I'm not totally lazy! Um.

"No, I -- I'm an angel, sir." Here he hesitates. "You look as if you need help."

[fivefingered]

Typist: You don't have to! Sorry! *flaily*

He laughs, with a slight edge of hysteria. "Angels, men. I am gone from the island."

[theblondgypsy]

And Gringoire thought Quasimodo was frightening. "Holy Virgin! Is it a demon?"

[fivefingered]

Prendick laughs throatily, and prods at Gringoire with his oar. "Is it a man?"

[theblondgypsy]

At the contact, Gringoire leaps about 5 feet back. "I should hope so! You never know what sort of being you'll run into here."

[fivefingered]

"A man, a man." He does not move. "A real man?"

[sweariwontdie]

What an alarming appearance... after a moment he finds his voice. "Do you need help, monsieur?"

[fivefingered]

"Are you a man?" Prendick moves back.

[sweariwontdie]

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

[fivefingered]

That gets him an extremely suspicious look. "They aren't all. They are only shaped like men."

[abigqueen]

*looks him over very carefully, thoughtfully, and then offers a gentle hand* Do you need help? *glances at the pistol and then back*

[fivefingered]

*stares at Arthur through his wild tangle of hair, and then creeps forward to touch the hand, quickly, and then dart back* Help.

[abigqueen]

*he makes special effort not to move his hand-- he hasn't much experience in situations like these, but he's sensible* If you let me, I will.

[fivefingered]

*and he comes forward again, and touches Arthur's hand again, keeps his own in place a little longer--and then a faint smile flits* What will you do?