@Virtuos0Villany
Jack seems to be . . staring at them .
. . . Thereโs a notepad in his hand .
In truth, heโs trying to get a decent look at them because they look fun to draw .
The author is . . Face-down on the ground .
. . . He seems to be . . Smoking . Not like, with a cigarette, like. . His entire body is letting off smoke .
. . . Will [ THE READER ] investigate ?
Slowly, his body shifts and contorts until itโs returned to normal .
Slowly, he stands back up. Clearly that took a lot out of him .
โ. . . I . . there .
. . All better . โ
โ. . . . . Right .
. . . . Iโll . . Iโll stop it . Just. . Just give me . . โ
He sighs .
He reaches up and grabs all of the strings attatched to his limbs.
In a swift motion, he uses his stone wing to cut all of them at once .
He collapses , as the glow dissipates .
*
โ. . . . . .โ
He canโt hold the cloud for very long , so the feeling doesnโt last but a few seconds .
โ. . . . Iโve only had to fight someone like this once . โ
โ. . . . I know you canโt see it .
. . So Iโll show you. โ
He steps back .
The glow surrounding him compacts inwards. .
Before it expands in all directions , creating a cloud of light so dense it can be felt.
โ . . . I donโt know the limits of it . Iโve . . Never tested such . โ
He steps forward, his movements fluid like that of a puppet .
โ. . . . I know that it feels . . Powerful . โ
โ I mean, I know it works both armed and unarmed, I just donโt know how .
. . I donโt think itโs triggered by anything, I just think itโs like . . A constant thing . โ
The author is . . Face-down on the ground .
. . . He seems to be . . Smoking . Not like, with a cigarette, like. . His entire body is letting off smoke .
. . . Will [ THE READER ] investigate ?
Six wings unfold from his back . One is made of stone, one of white feathers, one of chitin , one of scales and fluff, one of black feathers and one of an almost owl-ish appearance.
Each of the mouths open simultaneously to speak .
โ. . w h a t d o y o u t h i n k ? โ
โ. . . Here goes . โ
He draws a twelfth symbol, and suddenly he begins glowing again. Brighter than ever, almost like a shroud over his entire body.
But, the light doesnโt fade. Instead, it seems to slowly take a physical form . A form beyond anything Jackโs done before.
*
Jack steps forward, now resembling something much more . . divine .
Strings rise from his limbs , up past the sky, held by something unseen .
Two rings surround his face. One of eyes, one of mouths.
His limbs are segmented. His arms seem almost wooden, his legs chitinous.
*
โ. . . . Iโve been called that before. . โ
He crosses his arms .
โ. . I guess itโs . . Not entirely wrong but Iโve been trying to get better about it .
. . . I guess Iโve never been good with the supernatural . โ
I T S B E E N A B I T .
H M ?
[ The embodiment slithers its form downwards , then posing itself upright - ]
[ Its head goes tilted with a chitter , observing him . ]
. . O H , [ tsk . ] W H A T A D I S S A P O I N T M E N T .
- A R E Y O U S K I T T I S H ?
โ. . . . Itโs. . Fine ? โ
The author tries not to call attention to it. Heโd rather not poke at what could be a sore spot .
โ. . . I guess heโs more of a fashion designer than an artificer anyways. Just so happens that he likes to add . . A bit of magic to his creations . โ