...Thank you. Let's be clever about this, not wander around in circles.
[she takes a few pieces of bone from her pockets. hmm. but she scatters them on the ground. they look mostly like finger bones, toes, small pieces of rib.]
Step on these, you are heavier than I am. It will create a powder, which we then can use to mark our path and the mirrors.
[Even though he's stopped outwardly panicking, his eyes dart around, casting anxious glances at the mirrors. Then, he looks downward to where Harrow directs his attention.]
... Resourceful of you.
[Should he be bothered that those may be human bones? Maybe, but that's actually one of the less upsetting things in his vicinity right now, so he'll go along with it.
He gives them a firm stomp, putting the weight of his stone body on them. Then he steps away to give her room to work.]
[she'll gather up powder and start walking forwards, scattering it in front as she goes so powder falls on the mirrors, sprinkles on the ground where there's a path ahead.]
[she's focused on making her way out, not looking at the figures in the mirrors. it's easy for her, to ignore things she knows cannot really be there, though at one point there is a sort of wistful, longing glance back.
People see a face like this, and they see a monster. Wherever I go, mothers hide their children, merchants close their shutters, people call the city watch... As long I'm like this, I can't live among people.
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That's how it always is, in life and in death...
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He glances over, meeting her eyes for a moment. Then, with seemingly great effort, takes a few more steps to continue looking for the exit.]
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...Thank you. Let's be clever about this, not wander around in circles.
[she takes a few pieces of bone from her pockets. hmm. but she scatters them on the ground. they look mostly like finger bones, toes, small pieces of rib.]
Step on these, you are heavier than I am. It will create a powder, which we then can use to mark our path and the mirrors.
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... Resourceful of you.
[Should he be bothered that those may be human bones? Maybe, but that's actually one of the less upsetting things in his vicinity right now, so he'll go along with it.
He gives them a firm stomp, putting the weight of his stone body on them. Then he steps away to give her room to work.]
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This way. It wasn't so difficult after all.
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they make it out.]
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zelgadis drops to his knees, a hand over his face as he tries to collect himself, one ragged breath after another.
then, he slams a fist into the ground beside him.]
Damn it...!
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[she whirls around, somewhat concerned.]
Are you quite alright?
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... All I wish is to never look upon this accursed face again.
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[she doesn't have any idea how to comfort people so she just sort of stands there fretting.]
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[Even though we did have like a whole thread of them politely not looking at each other. Which he appreciates her for.]
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[she frowns a little, chewing her lip.]
...I dislike for others to see my face bare. And I dislike to look upon it myself. Perhaps it is similar for you.
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... Kind of like that.
This face is not mine by choice, nor by coincidence of birth. It's a daily reminder of my own foolishness... One that I can never escape from.
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[she does look more curious, looking directly at him now.]
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[Well, he'll throw her a bone (not literally, sorry) and pull his scarf down to show the blue-black rock of his face.]
This body is a fusion of human, rock golem, and blow demon. A chimera.
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...A chimera. I see. How did you come to be?
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A man who knew my desire for strength approached me. Said he would grant that wish... and then did so in his own twisted way.
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People see a face like this, and they see a monster. Wherever I go, mothers hide their children, merchants close their shutters, people call the city watch... As long I'm like this, I can't live among people.
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Your face is not monstrous to my eyes. Unusual, but not poor to look upon. My House, my people, would welcome you. But I do think I understand you.
[she swallows hard, and says quietly.]
I am also a chimera, in a sense. It does not show on my face, but I nonetheless pay the price for it.
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A chimera...? You, too?
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It is not something I can speak much on. But - yes, that is a word I would use to describe it.
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