[ Head tilting slowly, serpentine, the German steps a bit closer, leaning in to get a good, long look at those markings.
How fascinating, the people of this new Eden.
His head tilts left and right, stiff jerks, mechanical. Irritating. He rises again and rolls his right shoulder, aware of a grinding deep inside. Still not fixed, evidently. Good enough, however, to suffice.
At the comment about how much magic was lingering on him, Kroenen huffs a faint laugh, blandly amused. Holding his hands up, the German pulls each finger of his left hand glove, eventually peeling it off entirely to reveal the elegant construct beneath; a perfect replica of a hand capable of a full range of movement and controlled by delicate clockwork - a piece of art as much a functioning body part. ]
no subject
How fascinating, the people of this new Eden.
His head tilts left and right, stiff jerks, mechanical. Irritating. He rises again and rolls his right shoulder, aware of a grinding deep inside. Still not fixed, evidently. Good enough, however, to suffice.
At the comment about how much magic was lingering on him, Kroenen huffs a faint laugh, blandly amused. Holding his hands up, the German pulls each finger of his left hand glove, eventually peeling it off entirely to reveal the elegant construct beneath; a perfect replica of a hand capable of a full range of movement and controlled by delicate clockwork - a piece of art as much a functioning body part. ]