[No one could be blamed for thinking the skeletal figure, draped in a ragged cloak and scarf (that might have actually been drapes at some point), was some kind of monster; his gem is embedded in the bones of his neck, where his throat would be if he were covered in flesh and blood, and is a mottled green; his face is fixed in a wide grin with staring eyes, decidedly creepy.
He's also floating, bone toes several inches above the ground, and looking around with those round, bone-carved eyes.
Yeah, he definitely looks like a monster that has somehow made its way to the Heart. Feel free to attack him!]
prompt b:
[Emil hasn't had to eat for a while now, but doing so reminds him of home, and his friends, and-- well-- everything that he doesn't have here.
In consideration for the townspeople, he's donned a hood and pants and shoes and gloves, so he looks like an overdressed kid with an oversized head, until one catches a glimpse of his face under the hood. But he's keeping his head down, too, looking at fruits and vegetables and lemonade and soaps and yarns-- which makes him much more likely to just run straight into people. This is a thing he won't notice until he actually does run into someone, though, at which point he will burst out with sorries and shying away, voice young and sweet and earnestly apologetic.]
Emil | NIER
[No one could be blamed for thinking the skeletal figure, draped in a ragged cloak and scarf (that might have actually been drapes at some point), was some kind of monster; his gem is embedded in the bones of his neck, where his throat would be if he were covered in flesh and blood, and is a mottled green; his face is fixed in a wide grin with staring eyes, decidedly creepy.
He's also floating, bone toes several inches above the ground, and looking around with those round, bone-carved eyes.
Yeah, he definitely looks like a monster that has somehow made its way to the Heart. Feel free to attack him!]
prompt b:
[Emil hasn't had to eat for a while now, but doing so reminds him of home, and his friends, and-- well-- everything that he doesn't have here.
In consideration for the townspeople, he's donned a hood and pants and shoes and gloves, so he looks like an overdressed kid with an oversized head, until one catches a glimpse of his face under the hood. But he's keeping his head down, too, looking at fruits and vegetables and lemonade and soaps and yarns-- which makes him much more likely to just run straight into people. This is a thing he won't notice until he actually does run into someone, though, at which point he will burst out with sorries and shying away, voice young and sweet and earnestly apologetic.]