Locked to Steve

[dyingcells]

[Elixir is currently sitting on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest. His skin flickers to a bright gold colour before returning to the dark black it is currently. He's lost in his thoughts, concentrating on getting out of this awful skin.]

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[fthemarker]

[Issac's been searching the district for supplies, not really finding anything of note, and about to give up.

Wait, did that guy just change color?]

...Did I see that, right? What the fuck?

[dyingcells]

[The strange voice brings him out of his concentration, a look of surprise going across his voice.]

Uh. Hi?

[fthemarker]

[It talks? That's good...probably not a Necromorph then.]

Hi. ...how did you do that?

[dyingcells]

...do what?

[Is he playing dumb? NOBODY KNOWS because he might always be like that.]