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[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of what seems to be someone speaking urgently, becoming louder and louder as the voice gets closer to the journal.]

Oh, God-- my face . . . can't feel anything-- what's...

Terri? Terri, are you in here?!

Can't breathe-- My arm... good lord, my arm! what happened...?

[It's at this point Hank catches his reflection in a mirror. There's silence for a moment, followed by a drawn out yell.

Anyone on floor 3 are likely to hear this, especially as he barges into the hallway.]

This isn't me! Where am I?!

Hello? Anyone?!

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[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

_{[Oh he remembers your voice, and even your face to go with the voice for his one week of bliss when he had his sight. And your screaming intrigues him in all the wrong ways.]}

Do you need some sort of assistance, Hank?

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

Yes I--

E-excuse me, but have we met...?

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

Back when we were trapped in that shadow of a human town and we were all forced to go to school. We met in the park.

_{[ooc: I was so sure he said his name... I am so sure... please tell me he said his name /face-palms]}

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[ooc:Lol, I probably shoulda directed this post to the loss post w-woops]

I'm sorry but... I've no idea what you're talking about.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

_{[Hmm, curious.]}

Hmm. Most people seem to retain knowledge of that time. Perhaps you were treated differently....

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

As far as I know this is the first time I've first time I've ever been in this 'Paradisa'.

So I wouldn't really know. Anyway, I'm a bit more concerned about my body... which doesn't... well, it's not mine.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

Oh? Perhaps I should come and take a look. I am a doctor.

_{[Again, that interest that is not wholly wholesome.]}

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

I don't there's any doctor that could fix this.

Unless you specialize in transforming people into something else.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

_{[HAHAHAHAHA, you have NO idea how TRUE that is. He is silently bursting with laughter. Seriously.]}

I have many years of experience, Hank. What is the harm?

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

You're certainly welcome to try.

...by the way: just who are you again?

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

Bishamon.

Where are you then?

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

One moment.

[A door opens and after a few seconds is closed again.]

Room 313.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

A level up for me. All right, one moment.

<sub>[He closes his journal and rises, heading out his room and up the stairs, reaching up to touch the plates beside the doors and feel the numbers and then counting down till he indeed finds 313. Blind does not meant he can't find places.

He knocks politely, though already he is wondering what interesting things the castle has done to the poor fellow~]</sub>

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[Hank, staring in a mirror, doesn't look up.]

Come in.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

_{[He comes in, geta clacking, and closes the door for privacy, in his usual doctor's gi.]}

All right, Hank. What did you notice immediately wrong with yourself?

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[Motions to the mirror.]

Better to ask what isn't wrong.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

I need you to describe it.

_{[He motions to his eyes. They have no pupil. He's blind.]}

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

Well, for starters I'm not in my body.

This is the body of a local hero... with a few accessories slapped on.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

_{[He cocks his head and comes forward a bit, reaching out to cup Hank's face and let his fingers run over the mating of metal and flesh.]}

Interesting....

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

Normally, yes. I'm finding it a bit disturbing, however.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

Over all, do you find any difference in your normal functions? I would think the metal side might be numb given the lack of distribution of nerves.

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

I can't move that side of my face, no.

It, my arm, and what feels like some other areas are indeed numb.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

Which arm? Let me see.

_{[He holds out his hand, fully expecting Hank to put it in his hands.]}

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

My right

[Does exactly that.]

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

_{[He took the arm and began to feel along its length, trying to figure out what it was he was feeling.]}

But you have no actual problems moving the limb do you?