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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]

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?

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

No. It seems to move when I will it to, like any other limb.

[The metal feeling extends all the way up to his shoulder - the entire thing is robotic.]

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

If the limb is functioning and there are no problems, then I see no reason to fix what is not broken.

_{[He felt up it to the seam where metal met flesh, plying and feeling. It was well done work, he was almost jealous.]}

It feels as if your body as integrated with the metal, fused as it were. To remove it would damage you, I'm afraid.

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

Even if the these parts were removed it wouldn't change that fact that there's another persons face in the mirror.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

It is highly possible you are suffering memory losses. I would consider a switching of bodies, but that is a quite complex thing.

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

I can imagine.

Not to mention largely impossible. But I guess I'm proof that may not be the case.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

I have seen more proof. For now, I will go with the memory loss explanation.

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

What kind of proof?

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

Witches are interesting creatures. Let us leave it at that.

Overall you do feel anything different in your functions and I cannot sense anything immediately dangerous to your health.

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

Then I guess that's one less thing I have to worry about.

Now, a way to get home would be nice.

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

That is beyond my power or anyone's so I hear.