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#2020-09-15 07:33:27, as written by StorminJericho

"Mmm... Hm. I do not understand those emotions, at all. I do not yet have a basis for them. But Al- Er- Aegis tells me that I should be honest and as clear as possible with those that are... More human than me." Jemma stated, her eyes locking onto Vic's and never once wavering. "So, ignoring my otherwise unrelated rambling, an explanation that you did not want. I will simply state the facts of my situation. I have since assumed, and I feel that you should know I mean no offense by it- Excuse me. I am rambling again."

A deep breath, a sigh, focusing on the words and ignoring everything else. Ignoring the gnawing Hunger. Ignoring the creeping need for rest. Ignoring the uneasy sense of danger.
Ignoring it all, Jemma forged onward.
"I kindly ask you, beg of you, not to strike or assault me as I give you this information, please."
Vortex gave Jemma a raised eyebrow, and when Jemma merely stayed silent and kept staring, the red-head responded with a "Yeah, ok, ok."
"Thank you. I arrived, I assume first, to the beach. Other than the woman who moved like pink lightning. She now wears the Silver Fang armor. She is... Trustworthy, to me. Anyhow. I arrived first. And I located these," Jemma paused for a moment, shuddering and pulsing with ink before she plunged her hands into her chest. The ink swirled with a renewed vigor and violence around her elbows, and only subsided after Jemma pulled out the arms from the beach.
The appendages were clean, surprisingly so, and as they came out into the world once again, the shapeshifter seemed to droop ever so much more. Her voice was weaker, quieter and somewhat 'solemn' as she once again spoke.
"I found these. They stank of you, and another. I figured... I thought, perhaps, that you would like them. To... Um. To honor your lost one. I know that you and yours, humans- true humans, at least- believe in burials and honoring your," A cough, an expression that looked oddly like confusion and sudden understanding, "Your loved ones, the ones you worry for and stay close to. I... I do not have one like that, quite yet, I believe. But I do believe that everyone should have this chance. I... I believe that I should also, regardless of whether you are indifferent or hateful or dismissive of my existence, offer assistance in burial. Or whatever you would like to do. But."

Jemma ended the words there, taking another breath in before simply standing still, holding the arms out to Vicki Vortex. Internally, ink pulsed as the encapsulating layers of iron, bronze, and copper were once again added back to the mass of the Shapeshifter. She heaved a silent sigh, finally breaking eye contact with Vortex and instead choosing to stare at the ground.

A brief moment passed before Jemma remembered something else, and with a pulse of ink, formed a leather belt that dangled from her outstretched arms. It seperated from her form with a withheld scream of pain, which escaped in the form of a brief hiss and whine, and clattered to the floor of the bathroom. "For your pants. If you care."

Snippet #2815015

located in Atlas City, a part of Hadean, one of the many universes on RPG.

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