[ so she was there jayce is listening, bobbing his head but not looking at the girl. he needs to string his thoughts together. they're making an uproar. okay. that page, the celestial symbol and excerpt, jayce pushes some loose papers out of the way to make room, and skids that on top. ]
This, this could be a reach, but, but everything, might as well be a damn reach— [ as his words start to turn into mumbles, he takes out a few papers and piles them to his right; they are all sigils that brand some of the people here, including serph's, which he leaves under the celestial rune. jayce has to flip through some more papers and finally finds the one he's looking for, ripping it off and smacking it next to the sigil, to form a triangle with all three slips. it is a crude sketch of serph. ] t— tell me, what you see.
[ he's shivering. it's another wave of chills, but he's pushing his hair back from his face and rubbing the cold sweat beading at his brow into his bangs. more than feeling pain, he hates the cold— and he's getting agitated, so . . . he starts to pace. with limited mobility, his brace squeaking and clanking as he lumbers here and there. he's. he's starting to look a little . . . out of kilter. ]
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This, this could be a reach, but, but everything, might as well be a damn reach— [ as his words start to turn into mumbles, he takes out a few papers and piles them to his right; they are all sigils that brand some of the people here, including serph's, which he leaves under the celestial rune. jayce has to flip through some more papers and finally finds the one he's looking for, ripping it off and smacking it next to the sigil, to form a triangle with all three slips. it is a crude sketch of serph. ] t— tell me, what you see.
[ he's shivering. it's another wave of chills, but he's pushing his hair back from his face and rubbing the cold sweat beading at his brow into his bangs. more than feeling pain, he hates the cold— and he's getting agitated, so . . . he starts to pace. with limited mobility, his brace squeaking and clanking as he lumbers here and there. he's. he's starting to look a little . . . out of kilter. ]