[ 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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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.