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[holesomelanguage]

[ Time for the last vision, the ring, and as it kicks in, a smile spreads on his face, warm and soft. ]

... A weddin'. One o' my siblings.

[throughbamboo]

[there's a bit of relief on his face for a moment before he smiles]

Yeah? What was it like?

[holesomelanguage]

[ Rubbing absently at his left arm. ]

Held right out in the flower fields. Beautiful day, perfect in every way. Fella came from a far off town, travelin' through an' they jus' fell in love.

[throughbamboo]

Flower fields? That sounds real nice.

'M glad it was perfect, day like that should be.

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah, she was real happy. Reckon there ain't ever been a wider smile on her face.

[throughbamboo]

I bet. Bet both of 'em were real happy.

[holesomelanguage]

Smiles wide as the sun is bright. Ridin' off inta the sunset too.

[throughbamboo]

Even that? Damn, even got a perfect endin', too.

[holesomelanguage]

Right? Damn jealous when I saw it. Hopin' I'd get my own some day.

[ He's motioning with his hand, oblivious to the fact that there's a spreading metallic sheen on it. ]

[throughbamboo]

Heh, y'never know, Nick. Maybe ya got that comin' in yer future -

[he frowns, trailing off and glancing at his hand] The hell?

1/2

[holesomelanguage]

Now ya know I ain't got th-...

[ He'll also pause, following Ore's gaze. ]

What, got somethin' on my han-

[holesomelanguage]

[ And then he turns his palm and he sees that too. ]

-- What the fuck-?!

[throughbamboo]

[reachin' over to grab his wrist, careful, but tuggin' it over to look closer]

[holesomelanguage]

[ It's happening slowly but surely; inch by inch metal travels over his skin like paint, turning warm skin into cool metal as it travels across his palm up to his fingers, then across the back of his hand. ]

What- That ain't-

[throughbamboo]

[he shifts his grip as it travels up his hand, just in case it's like. Contagious]

The fuck is goin' on?

[holesomelanguage]

[ You know, fair. It's traveling steadily up his wrist, and Graey hesitates with his other hand. ]

Shit- I don't know! Should I- do you think it heals-??

[throughbamboo]

I don't know - ? Does it hurt?

[holesomelanguage]

No, I can't-

Fuck, I can't feel a thing.

[ His fingers wiggle, responding to his commands as it makes its way up his forearm. ]

[throughbamboo]

Then why the fuck -

Y'seen anythin' like this in yer visions?

[holesomelanguage]

No- Well, I-

I ain't sure but durin' the monkey party, I felt different? Not like I got a good look o' myself at the time, what with everythin' happenin', but my everything felt different, not jus' my arm.

[throughbamboo]

Felt different how?

[holesomelanguage]

... Heavier, in a way.

[ Looking at his arm. ]

Cold.

[throughbamboo]

[looks down at it again]

Fuck.

. . . this the first time something changed?

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah- I mean, I didn't notice this before? An' nothin' happened when I took the first one.

[throughbamboo]

Cobalt had shit change, too.

You two are the only ones I've seen, though.