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tampered2006-10-10 09:36 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; October 10th
Rating; PG-13
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noh_dancer Scarab, silkcutremix John Constantine
Summary; Come see our new dog.
Log;
John, for the most part, had been lingering about the studio for the day, trying to adjust to his new body and the altered senses that came with it. The first thing he noticed was that while dogs were not colorblind, his color vision had been reduced drastically and he was nearsighted. The second was the obvious kick in the nose. All the missing color had come from there; he couldn't describe it but concisely stated, his world was different and new. Combine that with the hearing, and shit, the magus was glad he had stayed in and kept to himself, mostly on the couch.
He was horribly hungry; wished he asked Scarab for food over the network. John was a mute, an ensorcelled, usually from a shapeshift, individual who could not speak. The terminal was nearby, still on, so that he might be able to communicate with Scarab upon her arrival. The pencil was already wedged between his teeth and he gnawed on it absentmindedly. It was currently a half with a jagged bit with an eraser on the other end; he did not know his own bite strength.
He glanced towards the door. One thing to hear about it. Another to see it. Wondered how ol' Scarab would take to his different appearance when he was feet away from her.
Rating; PG-13
Characters;
noh_dancer Scarab, silkcutremix John ConstantineSummary; Come see our new dog.
Log;
John, for the most part, had been lingering about the studio for the day, trying to adjust to his new body and the altered senses that came with it. The first thing he noticed was that while dogs were not colorblind, his color vision had been reduced drastically and he was nearsighted. The second was the obvious kick in the nose. All the missing color had come from there; he couldn't describe it but concisely stated, his world was different and new. Combine that with the hearing, and shit, the magus was glad he had stayed in and kept to himself, mostly on the couch.
He was horribly hungry; wished he asked Scarab for food over the network. John was a mute, an ensorcelled, usually from a shapeshift, individual who could not speak. The terminal was nearby, still on, so that he might be able to communicate with Scarab upon her arrival. The pencil was already wedged between his teeth and he gnawed on it absentmindedly. It was currently a half with a jagged bit with an eraser on the other end; he did not know his own bite strength.
He glanced towards the door. One thing to hear about it. Another to see it. Wondered how ol' Scarab would take to his different appearance when he was feet away from her.