12-17-2016, 06:54 PM
“I bear a name that you would not remember. Though I think that must be going around.”
Pyre snorted. A name he wouldn’t remember indeed. Get in line. And the line started with himself. “Sorry, honey, doesn’t take much to bear a name I wouldn’t remember at this point. There’re about two people whose names I do remember right now. But if you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”
He shrugged, not especially concerned with bumping into someone whose name he wouldn’t know, or someone who didn’t care to share a name. “Makes no difference to me whether or not I know your name. Odds are Pyre isn’t mine anyhow.” Didn’t really feel like his, but it would do. Close enough, when he had no damn clue who he was to begin with. What was a name, really, but a few sounds someone used to clarify who they were addressing?
He was, though, idly curious as to how the other man was even moving, given the state he was in. “So what’s your deal, anyhow? Or is asking that about as likely to get a straight answer as asking about your name?” He gave the nameless stranger’s...body, so to speak, a once-over, fascinated by the way he was reforming. There was something familiar about the process, something he could almost feel in his gut, and it called out to that odd little pull in his chest. A body knitting itself back together, muscles reforming, the crunch of bones reshaping and grinding back into place. Maybe it was just the shifting? But it didn’t feel the same…
Tilting his head, he took a step closer, drawn to the rebuilding of a body in a way he couldn’t explain. That pull tugged him forward, and he watched unblinking. “And how’re you doing that?”
Pyre snorted. A name he wouldn’t remember indeed. Get in line. And the line started with himself. “Sorry, honey, doesn’t take much to bear a name I wouldn’t remember at this point. There’re about two people whose names I do remember right now. But if you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”
He shrugged, not especially concerned with bumping into someone whose name he wouldn’t know, or someone who didn’t care to share a name. “Makes no difference to me whether or not I know your name. Odds are Pyre isn’t mine anyhow.” Didn’t really feel like his, but it would do. Close enough, when he had no damn clue who he was to begin with. What was a name, really, but a few sounds someone used to clarify who they were addressing?
He was, though, idly curious as to how the other man was even moving, given the state he was in. “So what’s your deal, anyhow? Or is asking that about as likely to get a straight answer as asking about your name?” He gave the nameless stranger’s...body, so to speak, a once-over, fascinated by the way he was reforming. There was something familiar about the process, something he could almost feel in his gut, and it called out to that odd little pull in his chest. A body knitting itself back together, muscles reforming, the crunch of bones reshaping and grinding back into place. Maybe it was just the shifting? But it didn’t feel the same…
Tilting his head, he took a step closer, drawn to the rebuilding of a body in a way he couldn’t explain. That pull tugged him forward, and he watched unblinking. “And how’re you doing that?”