I suppose. Though that's your job, I still don't actually know who that is
-P.A.
Simon nodded and got onto his knees and clasped his hands together. He shut his eyes and mentally began to call out to them. He knew they said not to pray to them like this but it was the only way that he knew how to call upon God.
*My lord in white, please hear my calls during this time of need. I have no right to ask for favors after you granted me with gifts beyond my imagination, but I’m worried this being may be a threat to your kingdom. I can specify more upon your arrival. I will forever be on debt.*
@waylay-managment-2
*they appeared behind him.*
“Please just call me The Manager. Please.”
@rp-sideblog-incorporated
*Aaron sucks in a breath, her heart skipping a beat when the man appears behind Simon. She takes a step back... she... wasn't expecting Simon to be telling the truth.*
Holy shit he wasn't lying.
*in front of a manager looks to be a rather raggedy looking woman. She was wearing old bloodstained COI clothes, though now torn around the sleeves. Her hair was thin and brown, her face though... It was split down the middle by a large maw now closed, though her lower jaw split in half made the mutation more prominent.*
@simon-thebutcher
Simon nodded in response to The Manager rather than speaking. The why became swiftly apparent with one look at his face. On his cheek, normal, blood-stained thread stitched together a gash. It was in no means professional but it also wasn’t horrible. Off to the side were pliers stained with blood and a sewing kit.
Simon’s clothes were stained in a similar fashion…just…way more extreme. His soaked sweater was thrown off to the side and where the blood puddle was previously was, was now began to coagulate. His pants, once grey, were a dark brownish-red. His skin was similar but much more clean but if you touched his hair, it looked like it would crunch.
Without his sweater, they could easily see new marks that decorated his skin. This ranged from doodle-like designs like waves wrapping around his bicep to a more subtle sigil spanning his torso with a sun-like design on his back.
When Simon had the confidence to lock eyes, they could see one of his irises had been altered into a star. God, he hated being looked at while he was like this. He wanted to curl into a ball.
@waylay-managment-2
*they gasped before quickly silencing themselves.*
“Well. This is something. Let’s get you both some clean clothes, alright? And maybe get those stitches out of your mouth. I promise you won’t die. I won’t let you. This won’t spread.
“and lets get you to a point where you can hold your jaw in place.”
*Aaron looked nervous, looking around and backing up*
Woah waoh. I dont-
*she rubs her eyes, bumping into the back wall.*
You're actually!-
You!
Woah
@simon-thebutcher
“No, it’s— I don’t want to spread my impurity to you. You shouldn’t be around me. It’s related to what I wanted to talk to you about in the first place. There’s a star that I don’t think you made that’s sentient that’s fucked in the head and is also determined to be a god.”
He tried to keep his mouth moving the least that it could so the stitching wouldn’t be irritated or ripped apart. As a result, he was quieter and more muffled than normal.
He refused to make eye contact with The Manager and instead continued to scan around for any new information. He did shoot Aaron a glare for what he perceived as disrespect though.
@waylay-managment-2
