[ this was-- let's not lie, this was exciting. Enma's final expression to the hurried feed is a positive one, a bright one, before he fumbles with the compass enough to slip it in his pocket. there's movement, lots of movement-- the teen forgets to shut it off during the rush, thus Jack probably being greeted with shuffling darkness, the ups and downs of someone in motion.
a series of short tumbles, a heavy thud, and a soft crash all in one suddenly sound, though. ]
Ow--
[ well Jack, you've witnessed one of his infamous little falls, thanks to his very own balance ( and feet ). for a few seconds it all seems to cease, the movement-- but there's no use, how can he not rev right back up? all his shin needs is a quick rub, which comes as the sound of ruffling fabric, before the redhead sets out on a fast-walk.
the walk turns into a jog as he arrives on deck, head and body twisting around sporadically for any sign of the winter spirit. he comes to a stop around the middle of the ship, breathing heavy, but eyes darting, following up the shadow of the tallest crane. he must be up there . . . !
Enma's there, a smile just ready to break free-- it was a nice feeling, the comings of a smile, despite everything that's happened and despite where they were, here and at home ( home being the better change, the reason for his personality tweak ). i pleasant feeling that was a welcomed change compared to the hopelessness and chaos. among the differences is physically, that the video feed probably didn't catch very well at all, is a rather striking visual for one not waiting for it-- and that's the absence of his left arm, the empty sleeve of his jacket sown ( with his own hand, mind you! you can probably tell, with the quality . . . ) up to the shoulder. ]
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[ this was-- let's not lie, this was exciting. Enma's final expression to the hurried feed is a positive one, a bright one, before he fumbles with the compass enough to slip it in his pocket. there's movement, lots of movement-- the teen forgets to shut it off during the rush, thus Jack probably being greeted with shuffling darkness, the ups and downs of someone in motion.
a series of short tumbles, a heavy thud, and a soft crash all in one suddenly sound, though. ]
Ow--
[ well Jack, you've witnessed one of his infamous little falls, thanks to his very own balance ( and feet ). for a few seconds it all seems to cease, the movement-- but there's no use, how can he not rev right back up? all his shin needs is a quick rub, which comes as the sound of ruffling fabric, before the redhead sets out on a fast-walk.
the walk turns into a jog as he arrives on deck, head and body twisting around sporadically for any sign of the winter spirit. he comes to a stop around the middle of the ship, breathing heavy, but eyes darting, following up the shadow of the tallest crane. he must be up there . . . !
Enma's there, a smile just ready to break free-- it was a nice feeling, the comings of a smile, despite everything that's happened and despite where they were, here and at home ( home being the better change, the reason for his personality tweak ). i pleasant feeling that was a welcomed change compared to the hopelessness and chaos. among the differences is physically, that the video feed probably didn't catch very well at all, is a rather striking visual for one not waiting for it-- and that's the absence of his left arm, the empty sleeve of his jacket sown ( with his own hand, mind you! you can probably tell, with the quality . . . ) up to the shoulder. ]