[Connor wakes on the beach with a splutter, and drags himself out of the waves. His limbs feel heavy, the cuts on his lims hurt, and he can't run a diagnostic. His LED shines red on his temple, and after a moment Connor pushes himself to his feet, grunting. This isn't Detroit... where is he?]
Hank?
[Wasn't he just with him? Where did he go?]
Hello? Is anyone there?
Scenario Four; Nephilim
[Connor's back has six bumps down it, three on each side. He's concerned, but he still doesn't know what to expect... his best guess is that they're wings, given what he's learned about this place. Well, he isn't wrong.
They burst free of his back as he's outside, get stuck on his shirt, and Connor feels more and more pressure and pain as they grow with no room to manoeuvre. Gasping, he hurriedly starts to strip free of his shirt as blue blood oozes down his back, and the skeletal beginnings of six wings stretch out behind him. Unused to actual pain, Connor crumples to his knees and groans, with white feathers slowly sprouting from his new wings. As the feathers get closer to the ends, however, they become a soft baby blue at the tips. Strange patterns pulse a brighter blue from the base of his wings outwards.
Connor doesn't stand up again even after they're done growing. He just stays where he is, shaking slightly, wondering if it's over yet. Eventually he struggles, instinctively grabbing the arm of the next person to pass him in order to help himself up.]
...Sorry.
[He looks about ready to faint... and those were only the first changes.]
Connor | Detroit: Become Human
[Connor wakes on the beach with a splutter, and drags himself out of the waves. His limbs feel heavy, the cuts on his lims hurt, and he can't run a diagnostic. His LED shines red on his temple, and after a moment Connor pushes himself to his feet, grunting. This isn't Detroit... where is he?]
Hank?
[Wasn't he just with him? Where did he go?]
Hello? Is anyone there?
Scenario Four; Nephilim
[Connor's back has six bumps down it, three on each side. He's concerned, but he still doesn't know what to expect... his best guess is that they're wings, given what he's learned about this place. Well, he isn't wrong.
They burst free of his back as he's outside, get stuck on his shirt, and Connor feels more and more pressure and pain as they grow with no room to manoeuvre. Gasping, he hurriedly starts to strip free of his shirt as blue blood oozes down his back, and the skeletal beginnings of six wings stretch out behind him. Unused to actual pain, Connor crumples to his knees and groans, with white feathers slowly sprouting from his new wings. As the feathers get closer to the ends, however, they become a soft baby blue at the tips. Strange patterns pulse a brighter blue from the base of his wings outwards.
Connor doesn't stand up again even after they're done growing. He just stays where he is, shaking slightly, wondering if it's over yet. Eventually he struggles, instinctively grabbing the arm of the next person to pass him in order to help himself up.]
...Sorry.
[He looks about ready to faint... and those were only the first changes.]