underneath is a man! a small, kind of gaunt man, with black hair that's pulled back into a ponytail. his gold eyes are catlike, a slit pupil. he has long, pointy ears, dark circles around his eyes, and fangs that poke out from his mouth. but the most important thing to note is what law is looking for: a thorn crown made of pure gold around his head. it seems to be growing in and out of his skull, and digs in painfully here and there.
it isn't bleeding now, but. it's rusty in parts, like it's been the cause before.
pride holds onto the edges of the hood, expressionless, and waits.]
[ wails... why does the icon show up in gmail but not in my browser but—wow. an unmasking on week 2.... i will never be able to repeat this ever again but law is taking in the sight of the man underneath the hood and frowns at the sight of the crown. ]
[ that sounds rough but law also has a habit of sleeping upright, admittedly for different reasons for him. but, uh, yeah... looks like he definitely won't be able to help this at all. it's quite frankly not something he particularly enjoys. ]
Is it safe for me to guess that the rest of you embody the symbols on our hands quite literally?
[ he'll dig out the bandages and clips from his pocket, which have been wrapped up neatly for cross contamination reasons and hold it out to pride. ]
I'm sure you can help yourself to supplies whenever but since I have them with me, I figure I could hand them over nevertheless. You may not be able to dress the wound given the crown but you can stop it from getting over the rest of your face.
[ what doctor doesn't follow through with an injury? he feels bad that he can't do more but—it's something. though perhaps law's words sound distant to pride given a particular memory that plays out as law tries to cover up his kindness.
[ this week is, in fact, very bad and law would apologize for the memory that they received if he had realized what memory that they got...
but hey! sometimes...it's....like that. however, given how the conversation had been prior to the memory, law is actually more concerned than normal. ]
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they pause, closing the door, and then look at law.]
... Do not tell anybody what I look like. [they say, after a moment.] I want your word.
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You have my absolute word. I'd die before telling anyone what you look like. My concern is a medical one.
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underneath is a man! a small, kind of gaunt man, with black hair that's pulled back into a ponytail. his gold eyes are catlike, a slit pupil. he has long, pointy ears, dark circles around his eyes, and fangs that poke out from his mouth. but the most important thing to note is what law is looking for: a thorn crown made of pure gold around his head. it seems to be growing in and out of his skull, and digs in painfully here and there.
it isn't bleeding now, but. it's rusty in parts, like it's been the cause before.
pride holds onto the edges of the hood, expressionless, and waits.]
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The crown is literal.
[ law says carefully. ]
Does it hurt when you bump it against things?
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Yes. [he says, vaguely annoyed.] So I don't do that.
[he just. sleeps sitting up.]
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Is it safe for me to guess that the rest of you embody the symbols on our hands quite literally?
[ he recalled the extra eyes on envy's face. ]
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[he told law so!! but. it's fine.]
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Will the crown be removed when there's a victor for all of this?
[ since clearly they are all here to just supervise them. ]
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[and he pulls his hood back up. his eyes are still visible, though.]
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Shouldn't you know?
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I know in one of the last times we spoke, you mentioned something about "old information". Do you have an update about that?
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[ well, at least he isn't saying anything bad at this point. ]
Are things going to change now that we sort of caught one of the killers?
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Do you really think so?
[ THEIR TRACK RECORD? ]
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look. ]
Was he?
[ the exhaustion in his voice pride. please? law didn't care then and now it's jus a sad and constant reminder of so many different things. ]
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[they sound. SO EXASPERATED.]
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No, not really.
[ he'll dig out the bandages and clips from his pocket, which have been wrapped up neatly for cross contamination reasons and hold it out to pride. ]
I'm sure you can help yourself to supplies whenever but since I have them with me, I figure I could hand them over nevertheless. You may not be able to dress the wound given the crown but you can stop it from getting over the rest of your face.
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... Thanks. [he guesses. it's nice or whatever probably.]
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[ what doctor doesn't follow through with an injury? he feels bad that he can't do more but—it's something. though perhaps law's words sound distant to pride given a particular memory that plays out as law tries to cover up his kindness.
:) ]
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they stagger, just slightly. and then pull their robes close, looking up at law. bright gold eyes stare at him from the dark.]
... What.
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but hey! sometimes...it's....like that. however, given how the conversation had been prior to the memory, law is actually more concerned than normal. ]
What is it?
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[they say, roughly.] People refusing to help because of where you were from. I think.
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