boombox
There is a blackened weal, like a crescent shaped bruise that extends from the top of her left eye to below her mouth, like a bruise beneath the skin.
The sailor follows, playing with his knife.
"Do you think I care or something? If I cared about your health I wouldn't have helped give you the thing in the first place."
There are torches coming up the road from below, about twenty of them, and there is the sound of people knocking on doors.
Drakador_Chaos
The water is pure, it is in fact, startlingly clean for a world like this.
"Some are like you, I was talking to two charming ladies from the stars just this morning about the same subject, however, no, I am talking about strange people from this world, some are malicious, some are just odd, but they all share the fact that they weren't like this before the event. The effects, as far as I have been able to gather, do concentrate, they concentrate around the areas where there are the most people, I have no idea why."
Jenwuf
"We're just waiting for Crimson, I don't suppose we could borrow any mo-"
"Blak! IT's Not Crimson for the last time, and don't ask casual acquaintances to lend you money!"
"They aren't casual acquaintances, I know them well!"
He looks thoughtful.
"At least I think I do."
He turns to α.
"How well do I know you?"
"Blak!"
