[Well, this is somewhat alarming. Not only is he quite sure he last fell asleep nowhere near the ocean, but this looks nothing like California, either. What happened, then? Even assuming that somebody may have attacked him in his sleep (unlikely, but not an impossible concern, he supposes, especially since he's getting on in years), he would think whoever did such a thing would have the decency to encase his feet in cement.
His mustache bristles some stray grains of sand away. He'll walk along the beach, attempting to assess the situation...
And the first time he sees a monster, he's sure to do a double-take.]
Four (body horror cw, because liches; bonus eye horror)
[Dying and waking up again is one thing. Not a normal thing, by any means, and even with the warnings he heard throughout the month, he's found himself woefully unprepared for it. His absolute certainty that his heart has somehow taken up residence inside a seashell is bizarre, but somehow reassuring, too; he'll have to see what to do about it.
What bothers him more, despite his reluctance to admit it, is the process his body has undergone in the hours following his death. Accelerated decomposition, he supposes, if he had to put it in layman's terms. He may not be sure what happened to his organs aside from his heart, but they still feel quite whole - unlike, say, his limbs. His right hand has just finished detaching from his wrist, the last of his tendons snapping away.]
Yet, it won't fall. Not as inconvenient as it might be, I... [Wait. Hold on. The same thing is happening to his fingers.] Each individual phalanx...? [That just seems... unnecessary.
You might think it's odd he's acting so calm about this, but suddenly, his monocle pops out!
That's because his left eyeball has just fallen out.]
And this couldn't stay attached... why, exactly?
[It's far better to feel inconvenienced than scared.]
Shelly de Killer | Ace Attorney
[Well, this is somewhat alarming. Not only is he quite sure he last fell asleep nowhere near the ocean, but this looks nothing like California, either. What happened, then? Even assuming that somebody may have attacked him in his sleep (unlikely, but not an impossible concern, he supposes, especially since he's getting on in years), he would think whoever did such a thing would have the decency to encase his feet in cement.
His mustache bristles some stray grains of sand away. He'll walk along the beach, attempting to assess the situation...
And the first time he sees a monster, he's sure to do a double-take.]
Four (body horror cw, because liches; bonus eye horror)
[Dying and waking up again is one thing. Not a normal thing, by any means, and even with the warnings he heard throughout the month, he's found himself woefully unprepared for it. His absolute certainty that his heart has somehow taken up residence inside a seashell is bizarre, but somehow reassuring, too; he'll have to see what to do about it.
What bothers him more, despite his reluctance to admit it, is the process his body has undergone in the hours following his death. Accelerated decomposition, he supposes, if he had to put it in layman's terms. He may not be sure what happened to his organs aside from his heart, but they still feel quite whole - unlike, say, his limbs. His right hand has just finished detaching from his wrist, the last of his tendons snapping away.]
Yet, it won't fall. Not as inconvenient as it might be, I... [Wait. Hold on. The same thing is happening to his fingers.] Each individual phalanx...? [That just seems... unnecessary.
You might think it's odd he's acting so calm about this, but suddenly, his monocle pops out!
That's because his left eyeball has just fallen out.]
And this couldn't stay attached... why, exactly?
[It's far better to feel inconvenienced than scared.]