SEND “👏”AND I’LL DESCRIBE WHAT A FUSION BETWEEN OUR MUSES WOULD LOOK AND ACT LIKE. - Closed
Chan was very lazy about naming themselves because they ‘Were Too Busy Being Awesome’. In their own words.
They got to keep Dan’s badass prosthetic arm, but Charlie insisted on losing the cape. It was awkward enough keeping track of the tail back there. They have four eyes, but unevenly distributed so that’s fun for their depth perception. Height wise they stand about nine feet tall, although that’s hard to gauge because they float more than they actually stand or walk.
Chan is brash, loud, and rowdy. Violent and only barely able to control those impulsive urges. Fiercely, rabidly protective of the people closest to them, but also just as likely to turn around and start flinging casual insults at those same people. This is how they show affection. They are the only ones allowed to fuck with their family and friends.
If given the opportunity and no supervision, they are likely to put just about anything in their mouth and decide that it’s food. Including and especially things that are decidedly not food.
Such an inspirational night. Well done team #Eeverse @eeverseofficial ! (at Gas Street Church) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9eq3Zen3nX/?igshid=yk86ifh73v8q
With Jay and Yoda in the Yurt wearing our #Eeverse gear. Jay is the founder and CEO of Eeverse clothing. Jay is a real #UrbanChangeMaker with an inspirational story to tell. (at Newbigin House) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuL3Q14lKFo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1k1hgqd7kheyz
So thrilled to see how far Jay has come. Last January he was at chapel in Winson Green Prison. Today I bought street ware from the clothing company he founded, CEOs and pitched at our #UrbanChangeMakers panel in May. #eeverse #ChristmasDreaming https://www.eeverse.co.uk (at Newbigin House) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrixGRRlUBo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=m6ynwev0ldjy
So thrilled to see how far Jay has come. Last January he was at chapel in Winson Green Prison. Today I bought street ware from the clothing company he founded, CEOs and pitched at our #UrbanChangeMakers panel in May. #eeverse #ChristmasDreaming https://www.eeverse.co.uk (at Newbigin House) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrixGRRlUBo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tyuxfh0htwfp
So thrilled to get to buy Jays street ware for #Christmas #UrbanChangeMakers #eeverse https://www.eeverse.co.uk (at Newbigin House) https://www.instagram.com/p/BriuPXlF-Ox/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7mcl6vs1g54v
Not for the first time in recent months, James couldn’t help but lament that fact to himself. In the quiet moments just after waking, on the rare occasion he managed to get any sleep.
Ah well... Another day, another random body pain. It was a routine he was acclimating to. Just as he’d acclimated to the occasional whispers at the back of his mind, voices that weren’t his echoing in languages he didn’t understand.
He avoided looking in the mirror when he could, but mornings still came with a routine that required standing in front of one for at least a few minutes. You’d think by now he’d be used to the black sclera or the dark marks that had spread over his left arm and up onto his neck and face. Yet every time it still startled him a little bit. The teeth at least were easier to tolerate, even if he did ruin toothbrushes at an inconvenient rate now. The tongue... well, that was just better left uncontemplated.
He should be dead already. James had hinged a lot of his decisions on the fact that he was supposed to be dead. The ecto-contamination that was now staining his skin and altering his features should have killed him months ago. It was the first time in a very long time that his plans had gotten knocked out from under him and he wasn’t five steps ahead of everyone else. Which was aggravating considering he was a fugitive now.
If he’d thought he was going to survive this long, he would’ve planned a much slower and more careful sabotage of his former employers. Instead of going out with a bang.
Ah well, hindsight. His little stunt had, if nothing else, crippled them significantly. Or at least set them back when it came to...
Point was, he didn’t regret what he did, just the method he’d gone about doing it. It was much harder now to interfere, especially with Vlad’s scouts breathing down his neck and the risk of discovery if he wasn’t careful there. Plus, going out in public wasn’t really viable at this point, so that limited his mobility.
Even trying to research his own... condition, was slow goings. He didn’t have the resources he was used to, and... his ‘supplier’ was unreliable and a pain in the ass to work with. Why his sister ever married him was beyond James, but he counted himself lucky that she was attracted to danger. Cartel connections meant James was able to barter his skills in exchange for supplies, while still flying under the radar. Even if it required occasionally putting the fear of god in his shithead brother-in-law.
Still, it would’ve been a whole lot easier if he’d just fucking died when he was supposed to. Or if he could get it to stick when he tried to fix that problem himself. Annoying...
