[ Isaac kept to himself on Sunday, staying out of public areas as much as possible and trying to avoid most people. Come Monday morning, though, and he can no longer avoid being seen. Should you run into him early in the week, you'll notice ... something about him.
Which is that someone apparently kicked the shit out of him. There's a large, painful looking bruise on his head just beside his temple. Both his hands are a complete mess, the knuckles of both black and blue. Most noticeably, his right arm is in a sling. A beautiful, fancy, purple sling. How lovely!
He doesn't really want to talk about it, but you can sure ask! ]
exploring.
[ On Monday, and on other days throughout the week, you can find him in the library, continuing to search for answers. He'll also be seen in the conservatory, checking out the locked door ... or just smelling the flowers bUT YOU WON'T CATCH HIM ADMITTING HE THINKS THEY SMELL LOVELY!! On Monday only, past noon, he'll be in the study muttering to himself and taking copious notes. ]
Eyes didn't glow... wait, no, they did? And they were sunken... sharp teeth... rrgh!
[ It's hard transcribing from memory.
To be honest, though, he doesn't get much moving around done, because unless he leans on a wall as he walks, he keeps tripping on nothing and eating shit on the floor. Which definitely isn't exacerbating his injuries at all. It's like he's lost his sense of balance. Weird! Sorry about when he falls flat on his face in front of you. Or directly into you. ]
everywhere, all week.
[ You can also, at various points, just find him lying on the goddamn floor wherever the hell staring up at the ceiling like it personally slighted him. This is just his life now.
Approach and he'll just kind of lift a hand without looking at you and go: ]
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[ Isaac kept to himself on Sunday, staying out of public areas as much as possible and trying to avoid most people. Come Monday morning, though, and he can no longer avoid being seen. Should you run into him early in the week, you'll notice ... something about him.
Which is that someone apparently kicked the shit out of him. There's a large, painful looking bruise on his head just beside his temple. Both his hands are a complete mess, the knuckles of both black and blue. Most noticeably, his right arm is in a sling. A beautiful, fancy, purple sling. How lovely!
He doesn't really want to talk about it, but you can sure ask! ]
exploring.
[ On Monday, and on other days throughout the week, you can find him in the library, continuing to search for answers. He'll also be seen in the conservatory, checking out the locked door ... or just smelling the flowers bUT YOU WON'T CATCH HIM ADMITTING HE THINKS THEY SMELL LOVELY!! On Monday only, past noon, he'll be in the study muttering to himself and taking copious notes. ]
Eyes didn't glow... wait, no, they did? And they were sunken... sharp teeth... rrgh!
[ It's hard transcribing from memory.
To be honest, though, he doesn't get much moving around done, because unless he leans on a wall as he walks, he keeps tripping on nothing and eating shit on the floor. Which definitely isn't exacerbating his injuries at all. It's like he's lost his sense of balance. Weird! Sorry about when he falls flat on his face in front of you. Or directly into you. ]
everywhere, all week.
[ You can also, at various points, just find him lying on the goddamn floor wherever the hell staring up at the ceiling like it personally slighted him. This is just his life now.
Approach and he'll just kind of lift a hand without looking at you and go: ]
Sup.