[ the voice is more familar than most; jayce remembers it quickly enough, and is not too bound to deep thoughts to not acknowledge his arrival. he lifts his head and . . . stares, through the fissures of space left from the messy web of plastered hair to sweaty, pale skin. ]
Serph, [ if the energy wasn't being actively sucked out of him, there would be more kick to his use of distracting humor. instead, he does the best he could with gestures and a drawl of words. ] that's new.
[ everyone seems to be . . . undergoing something. some of the symptoms that didn't match severe infection still perplexed jayce: his hunger, his hypothermia. his body acts as if he's feverish, but he is nowhere near burning. he's ice cold—
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Serph, [ if the energy wasn't being actively sucked out of him, there would be more kick to his use of distracting humor. instead, he does the best he could with gestures and a drawl of words. ] that's new.
[ everyone seems to be . . . undergoing something. some of the symptoms that didn't match severe infection still perplexed jayce: his hunger, his hypothermia. his body acts as if he's feverish, but he is nowhere near burning. he's ice cold—
but that could just be hexcorization. ]