09-08-2018, 09:40 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]Deniz... he had heard that name before, but not for a very long time.
His wounds had mostly healed since the attack, and so far no one suspected exactly what was going on. A few had expressed concern at his decision to go by a different name- a risk he had been aware of, but had decided would ultimately be worth it in the long run- but they had no idea that he didn't really suffer from amnesia, or that the body's current inhabitant was not actually the crewmate they knew and tolerated. He had not yet regained his ability to speak, and he doubted he ever would, but telepathy would suffice for now. Swallowing food and managing his breathing were still a chore, but he had gotten by well enough. His weakened depth perception was probably the biggest obstacle at this stage of the game, but he would grow used to that too.
In spite of his predicament, he thought he was doing admirably. His plan (insomuch as he needed one) was progressing beautifully.
The scent of blood, thick and delicious, enticed Infinitepotential towards its source. The victim, he could smell, was someone that Papercutter had known- someone who had died a short while before the incident. Would killing him count as "harming a Typhoon member?" He had not been within the Typhoon for several weeks now, and he was so weak at the moment... it would take no effort at all.
The point ultimately turned out to be moot, as his good ear picked up Goldie's cries for help. Of course, this was her father, whose death she had been in furious denial about. Oh, well, he would get his chance to prove his strength another day. As he arrived at the scene, he touched a paw to the ruby hanging from his neck and projected out, "Who was it that attacked you, and are they nearby?" He could detect the scent of some sort of feline, probably a wildcat, but it was muddled by the rain; he couldn't quite tell how old it was. He wasn't used to his olfactory senses being so strong.
Without waiting for an answer, he went to stand on the other side of Jacob, his lone eye scanning through the rain to watch for unusual movement. It would do them all no good if Jacob's assailant came by and attacked them. "I'll keep watch. Eyepatch, go get the medics."
His wounds had mostly healed since the attack, and so far no one suspected exactly what was going on. A few had expressed concern at his decision to go by a different name- a risk he had been aware of, but had decided would ultimately be worth it in the long run- but they had no idea that he didn't really suffer from amnesia, or that the body's current inhabitant was not actually the crewmate they knew and tolerated. He had not yet regained his ability to speak, and he doubted he ever would, but telepathy would suffice for now. Swallowing food and managing his breathing were still a chore, but he had gotten by well enough. His weakened depth perception was probably the biggest obstacle at this stage of the game, but he would grow used to that too.
In spite of his predicament, he thought he was doing admirably. His plan (insomuch as he needed one) was progressing beautifully.
The scent of blood, thick and delicious, enticed Infinitepotential towards its source. The victim, he could smell, was someone that Papercutter had known- someone who had died a short while before the incident. Would killing him count as "harming a Typhoon member?" He had not been within the Typhoon for several weeks now, and he was so weak at the moment... it would take no effort at all.
The point ultimately turned out to be moot, as his good ear picked up Goldie's cries for help. Of course, this was her father, whose death she had been in furious denial about. Oh, well, he would get his chance to prove his strength another day. As he arrived at the scene, he touched a paw to the ruby hanging from his neck and projected out, "Who was it that attacked you, and are they nearby?" He could detect the scent of some sort of feline, probably a wildcat, but it was muddled by the rain; he couldn't quite tell how old it was. He wasn't used to his olfactory senses being so strong.
Without waiting for an answer, he went to stand on the other side of Jacob, his lone eye scanning through the rain to watch for unusual movement. It would do them all no good if Jacob's assailant came by and attacked them. "I'll keep watch. Eyepatch, go get the medics."
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo