[ when john opens his mouth for more than a second, it's as if he's jabbed a knife into jayce's skull anyway. immediately, the man winces. ᴛⷮrͬuͧcͨeͤ. there is no truce— he tries to think little of it, shaking his head with locked jaws and refocusing his pained glare, but the core of the mercury hammer stirs from its slumber like an alarm to smoke.
goͦaͣl. the knife twists and jayce's mind bursts into an incomprensible kaleidoscope of flashes from a distorted future, squeezing a cry from his throat and launching his weakened steps into a display case. the corruption bleeds in as it all falls with crashes and pangs of rusted metal. jayce staggers and grips for the hilt of his weapon, mostly to steady his crumbling posture, to protect himself— ]
Stop—
[ jayce makes the mistake of looking directly at john and the mark, the horrors behind it beckoning to the perversion of the arcane that he hosts like lost kin. the survivor's breathing goes ragged and quick, his senses unsure if he should fly, fight or vomit— the flare of a reborn, hexcorized being splits its face open in jayce's eyes and makes his gasping bare his teeth. he can't tell what is real and what is not, one reminder pulling at another and another, making him claw at his own face— i won't fail i swear it.
the mercury hammer snarls , its wings battering like a caged animal, a guard dog spurred to recognize a threat and react. bite. jayce is an extension to it, in his panic, dragging the massive head until it is between them, until he lifts it to the blue glow of his hex-infected wrist that hums the same, vile song of awakening.
he pulls a lever, and the hammer unbolts, pulls apart, distorts the very air it seems to breathe and rotting the oxygen with magical decay. it exposes an otherwordly core, and as it ripples with the anxiety of release, it is aimed at the cause. ]
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goͦaͣl. the knife twists and jayce's mind bursts into an incomprensible kaleidoscope of flashes from a distorted future, squeezing a cry from his throat and launching his weakened steps into a display case. the corruption bleeds in as it all falls with crashes and pangs of rusted metal. jayce staggers and grips for the hilt of his weapon, mostly to steady his crumbling posture, to protect himself— ]
Stop—
[ jayce makes the mistake of looking directly at john and the mark, the horrors behind it beckoning to the perversion of the arcane that he hosts like lost kin. the survivor's breathing goes ragged and quick, his senses unsure if he should fly, fight or vomit— the flare of a reborn, hexcorized being splits its face open in jayce's eyes and makes his gasping bare his teeth. he can't tell what is real and what is not, one reminder pulling at another and another, making him claw at his own face— i won't fail i swear it.
the mercury hammer snarls , its wings battering like a caged animal, a guard dog spurred to recognize a threat and react. bite. jayce is an extension to it, in his panic, dragging the massive head until it is between them, until he lifts it to the blue glow of his hex-infected wrist that hums the same, vile song of awakening.
he pulls a lever, and the hammer unbolts, pulls apart, distorts the very air it seems to breathe and rotting the oxygen with magical decay. it exposes an otherwordly core, and as it ripples with the anxiety of release, it is aimed at the cause. ]