There is. You will know it if I give it to you-- but the strings have been taken care of already. Namely, that you must take a life to enable this to happen at all.
It is obviously not a process put into motion here before, so I cannot promise they could not refuse restoration, or similar small complications. But I can certainly see it done.
I expect you had not, no. But if you accept it, then come.
[they extend a clawed hand; as their sleeve falls back, it's clear their arm is now composed of the black crystal that makes up their claws and wings.]
[ she does not flinch away from their claws or how much their body has changed, and the fate that might await them all. her own nails are turning sharp today, scratching briefly against their crystalline hand as she takes it in hers. ]
[she takes their hand, and despair's wings open; on the inside, they're studded with shards of crystal in rainbow colors, scattered across a black background. they seem to form constellations, like a multicolored galaxy.
there is a rush of power transferred, a wind stirring around them, and with it she will know her power is called The Martyr, and can be used to restore one person to their group.
and with the wind, their hood is dislodged. despair is a severe man with pure white hair, a silver crown growing from his head, blue galaxy eyes, and blue tear track markings down his face and neck; his eyes weep a black, starry liquid, and black crystal seems to creep up the edges of his neck as well.]
...there you are. Do take care with your decision, though I doubt I need to caution you overmuch.
[ his appearance suits his demeanor, she thinks. there's something very grand and severe about his transformations, though she doesn't know what the original man looked like, either.
still, she meets his eyes for the first, real time and nods. ]
I will give it proper thought.
[ granted, the pool of people she even wants back is very small, so. she bows her head briefly, more polite than genial. ]
I do not believe there is much difference, really. Given the changes, it is not as if any of you know what I look like in truth, and I may as well remain hooded.
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It is obviously not a process put into motion here before, so I cannot promise they could not refuse restoration, or similar small complications. But I can certainly see it done.
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It is a generous gift, and one I would accept, if you would give me the afternoon to consider a name.
I had not anticipated an opportunity like this.
[ because she's pretty sure that most of the avatars probably want them all dead? ]
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[they extend a clawed hand; as their sleeve falls back, it's clear their arm is now composed of the black crystal that makes up their claws and wings.]
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there is a rush of power transferred, a wind stirring around them, and with it she will know her power is called The Martyr, and can be used to restore one person to their group.
and with the wind, their hood is dislodged. despair is a severe man with pure white hair, a silver crown growing from his head, blue galaxy eyes, and blue tear track markings down his face and neck; his eyes weep a black, starry liquid, and black crystal seems to creep up the edges of his neck as well.]
...there you are. Do take care with your decision, though I doubt I need to caution you overmuch.
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still, she meets his eyes for the first, real time and nods. ]
I will give it proper thought.
[ granted, the pool of people she even wants back is very small, so. she bows her head briefly, more polite than genial. ]
It is good to meet you properly, Despair.
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but he nods very slightly in return.]
I do not believe there is much difference, really. Given the changes, it is not as if any of you know what I look like in truth, and I may as well remain hooded.