[At first you wonder why two little girls with flowers in their hands just ran past you crying, but everything becomes clear when you realize they just tried to greet a man who's sitting on a nearby bench with a pile of fliers next to him. He's watching them run away with...well, it's actually a bemused expression, but it's hard to tell because he has one of the most impressive cases of resting bitchface on record. He frowns (which doesn't make it any better), then returns to reading "So Your Tentacles Want Blood (and That's Not Okay With You.)"]
What?
[He doesn't sound pleased that you witnessed any of that.]
[Three]
[It's not unfamiliar, the sensation of his body stretching and changing, but the wrenching, the twisting, the sinking dread of knowing that this is going to be permanent is enough to make him nauseous. It's his arm, just his arm. The one he'd been about to give up, ironically, and the pain is becoming too much to take. He stumbles sideways, almost knocking over whoever it is who has the misfortune of walking next to him, clutching at his arm and gritting his teeth so that he won't scream. It's like it's on fire and his just wants it to stop.
It's enraging. Enraging, and infuriating. Enraging and infuriating and painful and he slams his arm against the nearest flat surface just to regain his focus...except the nearest flat surface happens to be the a shop window.
And monster strength is excessive.
Shards of glass fly everywhere and Kouen Ren is having the worst day ever.]
Kouen Ren | Magi
[At first you wonder why two little girls with flowers in their hands just ran past you crying, but everything becomes clear when you realize they just tried to greet a man who's sitting on a nearby bench with a pile of fliers next to him. He's watching them run away with...well, it's actually a bemused expression, but it's hard to tell because he has one of the most impressive cases of resting bitchface on record. He frowns (which doesn't make it any better), then returns to reading "So Your Tentacles Want Blood (and That's Not Okay With You.)"]
What?
[He doesn't sound pleased that you witnessed any of that.]
[Three]
[It's not unfamiliar, the sensation of his body stretching and changing, but the wrenching, the twisting, the sinking dread of knowing that this is going to be permanent is enough to make him nauseous. It's his arm, just his arm. The one he'd been about to give up, ironically, and the pain is becoming too much to take. He stumbles sideways, almost knocking over whoever it is who has the misfortune of walking next to him, clutching at his arm and gritting his teeth so that he won't scream. It's like it's on fire and his just wants it to stop.
It's enraging. Enraging, and infuriating. Enraging and infuriating and painful and he slams his arm against the nearest flat surface just to regain his focus...except the nearest flat surface happens to be the a shop window.
And monster strength is excessive.
Shards of glass fly everywhere and Kouen Ren is having the worst day ever.]