[ despite the fact that none of them are going to be particularly good company, chang geng doesn't seem to mind the presence of others at the moment. he's stable, even if he can feel the constant itch itch itch of claws reaching across the back of his mind, practically scraping across his skull, too much color and too much sensation and too much emotion.
but he focuses on his task. which appears to be a recurve bow, along with arrows.
he's quiet, coexisting with vax and percy, but there does come a moment where he has to pause in his work to massage his eyes. like he's pushing something back. ]
[ touches your hands softly i missed so much cg this game
vax is here in the workshop too - he's been sharpening a dagger, the quiet noise of blade striking whetstone consistent, but he's not unattuned to the people in the room. percy's been quiet, holed up in the forge - likely making bullets-- and chang geng...
... well.
feels like grog's about to go to a rage in here. he tenses, a little, but stays still, watching over him, brows knitted together, expression concerned. ] ...Doc. You alright?
The Prism's current... effect is not particularly comfortable at the moment.
[ he massages his eyes, before bringing his hand up and digging the pad of his thumb between his eyebrows, rubbing at the pressure point there with a heavy sigh. there's no glance to percy in the forge - they've already talked about this, about what it's doing to them, what it feels like and reminds them of - but vax knows the man and his mind just as well as chang geng does.
his eyes are still closed, his other hand wrapped around the bowstring he was fiddling with. better to hold onto that than something sharp. ]
And the intensity of color sometimes makes it a little hard to focus. But working and keeping busy has helped with offsetting that, so small mercies I suppose.
[ well. chang geng doesn't look but vax definitely looks, glancing past him for a moment at percy's back. he doesn't think there's going to be another Situation here but
well
if he's sitting in the middle between them, then, no one needs to worry about it too much. he's got several daggers and a geas gumball nothing will stop him. ]
Yeah. Think anyone'd be expected to be a little fucked up - effects and the shit going on today both. [ he huffs a little. vax for the most part has just been twitchier than usual, though he's mostly retreated to the sanctity of his hood. he'll likely go bird roost when he's not like 10% worried that they might have a week 3 repeat here. ]
I think so, too, considering. [ their residents... but, really, better to not acknowledge percy's existence. he doesn't think he'll lash out against his killer, personally, but the both of them have to work in here, and they're both... well, ragemonsters waiting to happen.
when his phone buzzes, he drops his hand from his face and opens his eyes to pull it out. there's no violent crimson in them, at least, but maybe the prism should've left him that warning sign for others. ]
If talking will help you, too, it's fine. [ he's noticed the brooding. fair, with what happened, what's likely to happen. ] Nothing peaceful about the quiet right now, really.
[ it's one of those moments where vax would have liked to have his wings - it would be nice to be up high, away from everything - but he doesn't mind babysitting percy, really, either. the effect of the almost refraction is irritating and cloying, but it's not enough to set him off, short of snapping at someone earlier. the urge to take care is stronger than anything else.
so. he watches chang geng for a moment, and then sighs, reaching up to scrub a hand over his face. ]
...never really got the chance to say it before, but, 'm sorry. For what happened with Percival. I should've - Iunno. I should've known there was a chance. You didn't deserve that.
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but he focuses on his task. which appears to be a recurve bow, along with arrows.
he's quiet, coexisting with vax and percy, but there does come a moment where he has to pause in his work to massage his eyes. like he's pushing something back. ]
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vax is here in the workshop too - he's been sharpening a dagger, the quiet noise of blade striking whetstone consistent, but he's not unattuned to the people in the room. percy's been quiet, holed up in the forge - likely making bullets-- and chang geng...
... well.
feels like grog's about to go to a rage in here. he tenses, a little, but stays still, watching over him, brows knitted together, expression concerned. ] ...Doc. You alright?
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[ he massages his eyes, before bringing his hand up and digging the pad of his thumb between his eyebrows, rubbing at the pressure point there with a heavy sigh. there's no glance to percy in the forge - they've already talked about this, about what it's doing to them, what it feels like and reminds them of - but vax knows the man and his mind just as well as chang geng does.
his eyes are still closed, his other hand wrapped around the bowstring he was fiddling with. better to hold onto that than something sharp. ]
And the intensity of color sometimes makes it a little hard to focus. But working and keeping busy has helped with offsetting that, so small mercies I suppose.
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well
if he's sitting in the middle between them, then, no one needs to worry about it too much. he's got several daggers and a geas gumball nothing will stop him. ]
Yeah. Think anyone'd be expected to be a little fucked up - effects and the shit going on today both. [ he huffs a little. vax for the most part has just been twitchier than usual, though he's mostly retreated to the sanctity of his hood. he'll likely go bird roost when he's not like 10% worried that they might have a week 3 repeat here. ]
You need me to stay quiet? Or would talking help?
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when his phone buzzes, he drops his hand from his face and opens his eyes to pull it out. there's no violent crimson in them, at least, but maybe the prism should've left him that warning sign for others. ]
If talking will help you, too, it's fine. [ he's noticed the brooding. fair, with what happened, what's likely to happen. ] Nothing peaceful about the quiet right now, really.
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so. he watches chang geng for a moment, and then sighs, reaching up to scrub a hand over his face. ]
...never really got the chance to say it before, but, 'm sorry. For what happened with Percival. I should've - Iunno. I should've known there was a chance. You didn't deserve that.