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[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.

[holesomelanguage]

At least it ain't some kinda Forge-specific thing, if'n it's only us two.

[throughbamboo]

'Least there's that.

[nods down to his arm] It still goin'?

[holesomelanguage]

[ Shucking off his jacket, revealing the metal has climbed up to his elbow, and still going. ]

Yeah. Yeah, it...

... Well, reckon I'm gettin' my comeuppance fer my curiosity.

[throughbamboo]

Tch, don't think of it like that.

[said mildly as he watches it climb]

[holesomelanguage]

'm jokin' mostly.

[ He can't shake off the nerves but there's also an air of. Resignation? As he watches it as well. ]

[throughbamboo]

Mostly.

[he glances up at Nick]

Everyone's gonna wanna take a look at it. [said lightly, before he sobers and frowns in concern] You all right?

[holesomelanguage]

[ That gets a tug of a smile out of him. ]

Reckon they would.

... Yeah, jus'. Once I see where it stops, I can start... thinkin' again.

[throughbamboo]

[a hum of understanding]

Should've went and got drinks before we got into this, eh.

[holesomelanguage]

Hah, no kiddin'. Save the freakin' out fer the mornin' hangover.