the first pedestrian of the apocalypse

[myironeyes]

[Marsh hasn't made a public announcement in a long time. Not since before the last convergence with the mirror barge, in fact. He frequently keeps to himself outside of his work shifts in the kitchen, his inmate, and a dwindling circle of friends, so for many newcomers this may be the first good look they've had of him: a stocky, tired man in his late thirties or early forties, wearing a hooded black cloak nazgul-style and thin, spiky red-and-black tattoos around his eyes - or, rather, where his eyes should be. Instead he has two blunt steel spikes that have been pounded into his sockets.]

There are few differences between myself and my counterpart. It does not matter which of us I am, or where.

I am strong, and fast, and difficult to kill. If you need help, call and I will help you.

[There's a pause, and for a moment it seems like that's all he has to say. But not quite. The Dalek had prevented him from being psychically puppeted last time, but that isn't a guarantee that it won't happen in the future.]

Unless you see me smiling. In that case, run.

[Okay, now he's done.]

Comments

[dinosize]

Ever thought it might be an improvement?

[myironeyes]

Ridiculous idea.

[This might be a joke. Maybe.]

[dinosize]

Who'd want a sense of humor, right?

[myironeyes]

A crazy person, probably.

[Q_Q]

[dinosize]

Nothing funny about a life of metal eyes, hm?

[myironeyes]

Not really, no.

[Quiet, now, rather than stony and stern.]

[dinosize]

Sorry, then.

[myironeyes]

...a very grumpy bird tried to steal them once. That was a bit funny, I think.

[???]

[dinosize]

Tried to steal your eyes?

It was probably working on a nest. Grumpy because he didn't have a lady bird?

[myironeyes]

Because they're a bit shiny, I think. Some birds like that.

She's always grumpy.

[They are kindred, he and Winifred.]

[dinosize]

Some humans are like that.

[myironeyes]

So I've heard.