[Well, all the lost tension returns pretty swiftly once Jayce is thumbing the bottom of his spine. His back arches forward, his tailbone sharply protruded and marked with ink he's yet unaware of. A mask shape with folded back, insect-like wings. He slumps his newly raised up shoulders again to look over them, brows furrowing at Jayce's questioning shift in tone.
Viktor asks with his usual crass tone,]
The crack of my ass? Eeeh, sometime last week. [haha a funny joke, but seriously-]
The anchors aren't that far down. What are you talking about?
[some other change? Further hexcorization Viktor hadn't yet realizes? Is it spreading up his spinal column now? Worrisome and marvelous if so. Perhaps he hadn't wasted his chance at saving his own life, if it would eventually overtake his weak body entirely. Or perhaps he'd become no longer himself, subsumed by the hexcore and make its vessel.
This is what untested and desperate science gets him, isn't it?]
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Viktor asks with his usual crass tone,]
The crack of my ass? Eeeh, sometime last week. [haha a funny joke, but seriously-]
The anchors aren't that far down. What are you talking about?
[some other change? Further hexcorization Viktor hadn't yet realizes? Is it spreading up his spinal column now? Worrisome and marvelous if so. Perhaps he hadn't wasted his chance at saving his own life, if it would eventually overtake his weak body entirely. Or perhaps he'd become no longer himself, subsumed by the hexcore and make its vessel.
This is what untested and desperate science gets him, isn't it?]