[ makima does not twitch out a single leak of a reaction to the spell weaving flesh and bits, which might as well be eerie in and of itself. she shows no surprise, no recognition, no disgust— she simply keeps her impartial features set in the quaintness she always knew to be proper, which now might as well be blank and meaningless.
is it truly honesty if you're peevish about it? so many humans evolve and erect this sturdy wall they convince to be themselves, makima thinks. the more a lie is spoken, the more it seems true— isn't it? she takes the meaty extension offered down to her, plants a food on the wall, and—
with a touch of force manipulation, by her blood, she scales upward with neatly propelled momentum but walks upward like she would on any street, releasing the flesh rope. ]
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is it truly honesty if you're peevish about it? so many humans evolve and erect this sturdy wall they convince to be themselves, makima thinks. the more a lie is spoken, the more it seems true— isn't it? she takes the meaty extension offered down to her, plants a food on the wall, and—
with a touch of force manipulation, by her blood, she scales upward with neatly propelled momentum but walks upward like she would on any street, releasing the flesh rope. ]
I'd say you're one of the lucky ones, then.