This substance-- it doesn't feel like magic. At least, not to his senses, but nothing's working right at the moment, so who can say? It's alive in some way, growing, claiming, and the very sight of carnivorous black crawling over someone's skin makes Holland want to retreat and never, ever think about it again. What will happen when it takes over? Will this man even survive, or will it choke his airways and spread through his blood and use him like a host?
Will it spread to all of them that way?
Holland lets the backpack fall off his good shoulder, sets down on one knee, and starts rummaging through it, hoping to find anything that will help. A black card, a blank book, some rectangular device he doesn't recognize, a ring, and a watch. Nothing that will help.
"Have you tried fire, or ice?" he asks, lips thin in a rare show of visible frustration. "Maybe you need to treat it like an infection."
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This substance-- it doesn't feel like magic. At least, not to his senses, but nothing's working right at the moment, so who can say? It's alive in some way, growing, claiming, and the very sight of carnivorous black crawling over someone's skin makes Holland want to retreat and never, ever think about it again. What will happen when it takes over? Will this man even survive, or will it choke his airways and spread through his blood and use him like a host?
Will it spread to all of them that way?
Holland lets the backpack fall off his good shoulder, sets down on one knee, and starts rummaging through it, hoping to find anything that will help. A black card, a blank book, some rectangular device he doesn't recognize, a ring, and a watch. Nothing that will help.
"Have you tried fire, or ice?" he asks, lips thin in a rare show of visible frustration. "Maybe you need to treat it like an infection."