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Made to be useful to you, without suffering the usual ill effects... if it were something you'd actually wanted, I'd have to agree about his genius.
[after a few moments of studying him, though, he adds:]
...if you worry about it seeming 'wretched' to others, I think it's an impressive enough body. You still have a nice face, you know.
[after a few moments of studying him, though, he adds:]
...if you worry about it seeming 'wretched' to others, I think it's an impressive enough body. You still have a nice face, you know.
Made to be useful to him, more like...
[bitterly.
...
he gets quiet at those words of reassurance.]
... I still can't accept this face, no matter what.
[bitterly.
...
he gets quiet at those words of reassurance.]
... I still can't accept this face, no matter what.
I can understand that. I wouldn't say you should accept it, not if it doesn't feel like your own.
[if the mood were lighter he might make a crack about being blue and pointy-eared not being so bad (he would know, after all), but it really doesn't feel like the time.]
But I do think it's true, regardless.
[if the mood were lighter he might make a crack about being blue and pointy-eared not being so bad (he would know, after all), but it really doesn't feel like the time.]
But I do think it's true, regardless.
[Good evening, Rynlan. If you're in the dormitory on the evening of Wednesday, you may see Zelgadis walking in the hallway and... looking different.
There are feathers stuck to his clothes, wedged in his needle-like hair, just. Everywhere. He's covered in some kind of filth that's hard to identify -- it's translucent and crusty and smells oddly sweet.
He looks over to see that he's been spotted, and faces Rynlan with a tired expression.]
... Need a change of clothes.
There are feathers stuck to his clothes, wedged in his needle-like hair, just. Everywhere. He's covered in some kind of filth that's hard to identify -- it's translucent and crusty and smells oddly sweet.
He looks over to see that he's been spotted, and faces Rynlan with a tired expression.]
... Need a change of clothes.
[There's a long stare.]
I could ask the same of you.
I could ask the same of you.
... Corn maze. A lot happened.
[Zelgadis's clothes are also torn; a few glimpses of blue stone can be seen through cuts over his left shoulder and chest.]
[Zelgadis's clothes are also torn; a few glimpses of blue stone can be seen through cuts over his left shoulder and chest.]
[well, he's immediately focusing in on the cuts, leaning in with a frown.]
Are you injured? And don't play it off with me, I will know, I've done this for long enough. You need to wash off anyway but you especially need to make sure any cuts aren't contaminated...
Are you injured? And don't play it off with me, I will know, I've done this for long enough. You need to wash off anyway but you especially need to make sure any cuts aren't contaminated...
[He lifts a flap of torn cloth to show him. His chest is solid blue rock.]
My body's one-third rock golem, remember? I don't get injured that easily.
[Indeed, there is no blood. Whatever cut through his clothes got stopped at his armour-like skin.]
My body's one-third rock golem, remember? I don't get injured that easily.
[Indeed, there is no blood. Whatever cut through his clothes got stopped at his armour-like skin.]
I know, but that didn't necessarily make it impossible.
[maybe you could cut a rock golem, he's unfamiliar with them... but he definitely looks relieved.]
You said it was the corn maze, right-- what is this.
[eyeing whatever this mystery substance is...]
[maybe you could cut a rock golem, he's unfamiliar with them... but he definitely looks relieved.]
You said it was the corn maze, right-- what is this.
[eyeing whatever this mystery substance is...]
[He nods, grudgingly. Said corn syrup also appears to be what's making all these feathers adhere to his clothes. It's terrible.]
Between the homicidal scarecrows and booby-trapped vegetables, I'd say I'm done with that place for a while.
[His gaze turns to the visible bandages on Rynlan's arm.] Looks like you already got treated, but how bad did they get you?
Between the homicidal scarecrows and booby-trapped vegetables, I'd say I'm done with that place for a while.
[His gaze turns to the visible bandages on Rynlan's arm.] Looks like you already got treated, but how bad did they get you?
[while they're standing here talking, anyway, he just starts trying to pluck off feathers.]
Not badly. Flying glass shards from a broken mirror-- grazed me, mostly.
[but glass cuts definitely bleed. the fabric wrapped around his arms has a slight purple tint here and there.]
Mild electrocution and some bruising, besides that, but also minor.
Not badly. Flying glass shards from a broken mirror-- grazed me, mostly.
[but glass cuts definitely bleed. the fabric wrapped around his arms has a slight purple tint here and there.]
Mild electrocution and some bruising, besides that, but also minor.
[He studies the arm for a moment, then sighs.]
It's certainly annoying to have to get by without healing magic...
[He doesn't react when Rynlan starts plucking feathers off. He's probably going to have to learn to use the laundry machines later...
... However, when Rynlan plucks one from atop Zelgadis's shoulder, something happens.
A tiny, shadowy appendage strikes out from behind Zelgadis's neck, swiping at Rynlan's hand (or perhaps at the feather he just picked up). It flails a few times in several quick motions, then disappears, slipping back into the hood of his cloak.]
It's certainly annoying to have to get by without healing magic...
[He doesn't react when Rynlan starts plucking feathers off. He's probably going to have to learn to use the laundry machines later...
... However, when Rynlan plucks one from atop Zelgadis's shoulder, something happens.
A tiny, shadowy appendage strikes out from behind Zelgadis's neck, swiping at Rynlan's hand (or perhaps at the feather he just picked up). It flails a few times in several quick motions, then disappears, slipping back into the hood of his cloak.]
[........
A moment passes, and the shadowy creature springs out of his hood again, swiping and gnawing at another feather stuck to his shoulder. This time, it stays in view long enough to be identified.]
... I found it in a pumpkin patch.
A moment passes, and the shadowy creature springs out of his hood again, swiping and gnawing at another feather stuck to his shoulder. This time, it stays in view long enough to be identified.]
... I found it in a pumpkin patch.
[Oh. The kitten is immediately entranced by it, its wide blue eyes following the motion with fascination.
Zelgadis just shakes his head. Nope, no name.]
Zelgadis just shakes his head. Nope, no name.]
[A nod. It was indeed just out there.]
... Guess I'll try the food court later.
[This kitty will dine on McNaldo's patties or... something.
... Anyway it can restrain itself no longer, and it starts batting eagerly at the feather.]
... Guess I'll try the food court later.
[This kitty will dine on McNaldo's patties or... something.
... Anyway it can restrain itself no longer, and it starts batting eagerly at the feather.]
You have? ... That would help a lot, actually.
[He picks up the kitten and holds it out. Please babysit this creature. He has no idea what he's doing.]
[He picks up the kitten and holds it out. Please babysit this creature. He has no idea what he's doing.]
For a few decades, now.
[he takes the kitten carefully, keeping the feather in hand so that he holds its interest. hello tiny baby... he looks so pleased to be holding this little creature.]
Here. I'll babysit while you get the syrup and feathers off, then let's see if we can't get it fed.
[he takes the kitten carefully, keeping the feather in hand so that he holds its interest. hello tiny baby... he looks so pleased to be holding this little creature.]
Here. I'll babysit while you get the syrup and feathers off, then let's see if we can't get it fed.
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