[sylvain can't quite keep his form - it keeps glitching out, staticking in places. but he puts himself between the creature and the other two, and it's... brave. he gets the sense that someone is proud of him.
in front of him, the thing that was dimitri continues to contort, snapping and breaking. the static keeps threatening to break free, crawling out of every part of him, dripping from his eyes and ears and mouth as a creature pulls itself free from the prison of a flesh form. it blinks once as it emerges, and discards the form of what... was dimitri to the side, kicking it away.]
Not fun...
[it gurgles, watching as estelle and diluc take their places on either side of sylvain.
that pride extends - something warm wells up in all three of you now, something sweet. it's bonds, that save you. it's always love, it's always the human desire to reach a hand out, even when things are breaking all around you.
the creature opens its mouth and laughs. the beak clacks unsettlingly as it laughs, and it takes a step towards all three of them, crouching low to the floor. like a cat getting ready to pounce.
and then, suddenly - tentacles, long, thick, and disgusting - burst out of its back and fly out, winding like cords around them. these can touch them. and they do - they snap directly into and through the back of their necks. there's the unsettling sensation of being... connected. something plugging in, something pulling your consciousness away from you.
and everything goes black.
when you wake up, you are in a heap outside of envy's room, solid once more.
it's just that now all three of you have limbs that are made of bones. oops.]
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in front of him, the thing that was dimitri continues to contort, snapping and breaking. the static keeps threatening to break free, crawling out of every part of him, dripping from his eyes and ears and mouth as a creature pulls itself free from the prison of a flesh form. it blinks once as it emerges, and discards the form of what... was dimitri to the side, kicking it away.]
Not fun...
[it gurgles, watching as estelle and diluc take their places on either side of sylvain.
that pride extends - something warm wells up in all three of you now, something sweet. it's bonds, that save you. it's always love, it's always the human desire to reach a hand out, even when things are breaking all around you.
the creature opens its mouth and laughs. the beak clacks unsettlingly as it laughs, and it takes a step towards all three of them, crouching low to the floor. like a cat getting ready to pounce.
and then, suddenly - tentacles, long, thick, and disgusting - burst out of its back and fly out, winding like cords around them. these can touch them. and they do - they snap directly into and through the back of their necks. there's the unsettling sensation of being... connected. something plugging in, something pulling your consciousness away from you.
and everything goes black.
when you wake up, you are in a heap outside of envy's room, solid once more.
it's just that now all three of you have limbs that are made of bones. oops.]