Not everything is totally sinister. The only weird people here are outsiders like us, so the suspicion is normal. Most people in this city are pretty nice, though I do get he occasional glare. Still, they try to understand.
[And this is coming from Mr. Pessimistic himself. He's found a job, his landlord is pretty decent, and most of his acquaintances don't mind the whole goblin thing. Hell, even some of his co-workers poke him about the energy feeding thing so they can get out of work.]
But it was rough, yeah. I guess it went by pretty quickly, but that's not saying much. No matter how you spin it, growing spikes and fangs and stupid wings really freaking hurts. It felt like someone was stabbing me from the inside out.
[His tiny wings rustle under the cape. Seriously, what is the point of these things? He can't fly and they're too small to be used offensively. What is he, a Disgaea demon?? He's used to them now, and feels totally normal otherwise, but initially most of his features were just unnecessary growing pains. He huffs, looking down at his hands.]
I'm lucky though, at least I don't have to deal with--tails or horns or something else ridiculous. Some people lose entire limbs, and apparently mermaids are a real thing here? Ugh. It can be jarring at first, but nothing is worse than--. . .
[The part where some monsters eat people. Apollo dodged a bullet in that regard, surviving on energy and never having to kill. But most. . .not so much. And he's not naive, he knows he could be dangerous, if he wanted. He's seen other goblins turn people into empty husks. Just the thought sickens him though, and he quickly steers his words toward something a bit more optimistic.]
I mean, of course, there's a chance it won't happen to you! Maybe it'll stop being foggy. Er, that's what triggers it, a weird fog that rolls in every now and then.
So as long as it isn't foggy, it's fine! You'll be fine.
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[And this is coming from Mr. Pessimistic himself. He's found a job, his landlord is pretty decent, and most of his acquaintances don't mind the whole goblin thing. Hell, even some of his co-workers poke him about the energy feeding thing so they can get out of work.]
But it was rough, yeah. I guess it went by pretty quickly, but that's not saying much. No matter how you spin it, growing spikes and fangs and stupid wings really freaking hurts. It felt like someone was stabbing me from the inside out.
[His tiny wings rustle under the cape. Seriously, what is the point of these things? He can't fly and they're too small to be used offensively. What is he, a Disgaea demon?? He's used to them now, and feels totally normal otherwise, but initially most of his features were just unnecessary growing pains. He huffs, looking down at his hands.]
I'm lucky though, at least I don't have to deal with--tails or horns or something else ridiculous. Some people lose entire limbs, and apparently mermaids are a real thing here? Ugh. It can be jarring at first, but nothing is worse than--. . .
[The part where some monsters eat people. Apollo dodged a bullet in that regard, surviving on energy and never having to kill. But most. . .not so much. And he's not naive, he knows he could be dangerous, if he wanted. He's seen other goblins turn people into empty husks. Just the thought sickens him though, and he quickly steers his words toward something a bit more optimistic.]
I mean, of course, there's a chance it won't happen to you! Maybe it'll stop being foggy. Er, that's what triggers it, a weird fog that rolls in every now and then.
So as long as it isn't foggy, it's fine! You'll be fine.