Eleventh Scale {Accidental Audio.}

[salsaconjere]

[ As per usual, Jeremiah has managed to click on his comm- without him even noticing. Luckily he avoided the Halloween event by generally not putting on a magically appearing mask, and going to a party to celebrate the birthday of a 'reaper.' So really he's spent the last few days in his room, reading up on probably authors such as Stephen king and

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[internalcage]

[Well, Reiner didn't check his communicator because of his earlier reading session was interupted by being squirted. After getting some sleep and out of his mummy costume, he headed to the library with a giant stack of books.]

Ah, excuse me... Watch out.

[He would call out as he inched inside the library. Most people would probably think the cursed man couldn't handle the stack due to the bandages wrapped around his hands and arms.]

[salsaconjere]

[To be truthful, Jeremiah didn't notice Reiner until Harpy gave a warning ribbit into the other's direction. Jere turns to see him, only to hesitate and give a small nod. Since he was sitting down in a chair, Jeremiah only slid his feet off the table and sat forward; careful to be out of his way.]

Alright.

[Harpy threatens to croak again, and Jere just ends up ssshing at the frog.]

[internalcage]

Thanks.

[It was geniune as he inched to a table to lower the books down. He blinked when he reconized Jeremiah. Kinda akward now.]

Ah hi. Returning books as well?

[salsaconjere]

[Probably by now Jere remembers who he is, the guy with the flesh-colored bandages or something. He raises his eyebrow, for the flesh where the other eyebrow should be (On his right side) is covered in rainbow, sharp scales.]

..Harpy--

I was told I should leave my room every once in awhile.

[internalcage]

[If he wants to hide the bandages but so far, not many people asked about it; so he kept them in teh open.]

You can understand frogs? That's an interesting trait.

[He started to move books back to their proper spots. A small chuckle escaped his lips.]

Mine doesn't really do much, sometimes I think it might have died but it keeps surprising me.

[salsaconjere]

[Died?! Harpy almost has a heart attack. The little frog ribbits at him, with an almost offended look to it. To think /someone/ couldn't take care fo their frog is just, blasphemous to little Harpy.

Jere lets out a small grin, shaking his head a bit.]

More of he seems to understand me.

[internalcage]

Ah, so its the other way around. I heard animals have a tendancy to do that.

[He paused briefly, making sure he was putting the book in the right spot. Although in the process of doing so, the book bumped the shelf above it causing a couple of the other written literature fall on top of the man.]

Ach.. Ow.

[salsaconjere]

[It was purely reflexive, of course- how Jere shot to his feet and over to Reiner. After many years of dealing with a particular human, he doesn't take any real chances with injuries anymore.]

You alright?

[internalcage]

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

[He looked up at the taller man and gave a nod.

Oh, shit... Did his forehead just brush against Jere's hovering hand? Yeah, it did. Poor Reiner tensed a little as one of Jeremiah's mememories sprung to mind.

It wasn't too horrible, even if it was more so of emotional pain than physical. Reiner saw the young Naiad anbandoned in front of military camp by his mother. It faded to a more recent memory before the Naiad became human, striking the cursed man in the chest. Mutliple times actually. Reiner stumbled a little on his feet, his bandaged hand reaching up to touch the wounds that were in fact bleeding with a horrorifed expression.]

[salsaconjere]

[Wait, what just happened? Jere hesitates, his body freezing when he sees that blood. ..Did he replace his flesh hand with his scaled? He looks over at his hands, and then notes that those are stab wounds. In the exact same places the scars on his own body are.

Eyes go wide as well, giving a tight knitted sense of desperation and fear. This guy just got stabbed like he did in his memories, from pure air. Jeremiah reaches out, and grabs the male's shoulders.]

Hey- Reiner! REINER!

[internalcage]

[The shaking managed to stir the other from his shock, those blue eyes looking up.]

...Ah?

[He didn't get much farther than that because a new memory forced its way in to his head, causing the man to grit his teeth and tightly shut his eyes. Those stab wounds were closing up but more pain was to come.

This time, witnessing the council of Baenon sentencing Anakyla to live along the humans with Zeke. What was to come totally caught Reiner off guard and made him cry out, anguished by the horrible sensation ripping through his skin. This was too much for him and he blacked out; the transformation not fully complete.

Like Jeremiah's current state, Reiner now had glistening scales.]

[salsaconjere]

[Hooollly shit, Here he is watching some guy he hardly knows go through the same thing he went through. It wasn't comforting knowing someone else felt the pain, actually it was disheartening and dreadful. Jeremiah notes how skintouch is some kind of connection, and lightly grips Reiner off the floor by way of his shirt, and helps him onto a chair.]

He'sgotmyscales what the fuck why does he have my scales what the hell

[internalcage]

[Of course there had to be a bit of blood trickling down his face from the scaley patches as Jere hefted the man to a chair; even if the taller one could have grabbed on to his mostly unbreakable bandages than his shirt.

Sadly, Reiner couldn't respond to that freak out and those scales would fade in time, most likely when he recovers in a few days.]

[salsaconjere]

Wait- Room number?

Fuck he's out of it. Goddamnit!

[Palms his face, desperately looking around. Can't touch him can't touch him can't save his ass can't touch him]

I could drag him to the clinic-

But I can't touch his skin goddamnit!

[internalcage]

[Uh hey, the only vunerable spot on the unconcious man is his head, the rest of his body is fully covered in clothing. Its not like he goes walking around in the nude when he knows he has a horrible curse on his hands -- litterally.]

[salsaconjere]

[Like he knew that, Jeremiah was still spazzed over the fact he has a clone now. After a moment of palming and thinking this through, he hoists the male over his shoulder. Tries to make sure he doesn't touch the guy's skin as he starts to head down to the elevator.

It takes him a moment of constantly adjusting the limp body over his shoulder blade, before the elevator doors open. He lets out a small exhale, and steps forward into it.]