[ Go on, Regis is told, and he sits in his decision for a suspended moment of considering, re-considering, and coming to a conclusion.
He turns in his chair, folded knees facing Fizzarolli. One hand lifts from resting position, fingers splayed. ]
It's the nature of my identity. [ Cryptic. Holding his hand to candlelight, he gives his companion a better look at its shape, innocuous save for the slightly-overlong nails; a strange demonstration, its intent unclear, until－
－the nails elongate in a whip-crack instant, too long and too sharp, curled like foot-long scimitars. The transition is quick, but slightly grotesque; the kind of wrongness that feels starkly at odds with how normal Regis seems at first glance.
He smiles about the anomaly, though, and flexes his unnatural fingers. ] I'm not human at all, you see.
[ As if he's speaking about the weather. ] Are there higher vampires in hell?
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He turns in his chair, folded knees facing Fizzarolli. One hand lifts from resting position, fingers splayed. ]
It's the nature of my identity. [ Cryptic. Holding his hand to candlelight, he gives his companion a better look at its shape, innocuous save for the slightly-overlong nails; a strange demonstration, its intent unclear, until－
－the nails elongate in a whip-crack instant, too long and too sharp, curled like foot-long scimitars. The transition is quick, but slightly grotesque; the kind of wrongness that feels starkly at odds with how normal Regis seems at first glance.
He smiles about the anomaly, though, and flexes his unnatural fingers. ] I'm not human at all, you see.
[ As if he's speaking about the weather. ] Are there higher vampires in hell?