( He is startlingly silent as he continues his blows, uncaring about the blood, the gore, the brain matter that now spreads out on the floor and into his hair. Only rage, only a fierce determination in the set of his brow as he continues his work -- only being roused from his focus by the words that cut through everything; Thirty-Five jerks his head to face the man, but there's no fear in his eyes as he watches him. No, he expected someone to find him.
He wants to be found, he wants to be hauled up in front of the IPC. All of this was for that purpose, to stand before the Stonehearts and make a gamble for his life.
But there's something off about this man, the way that he looks--
So Thirty-Five speaks, and while his tone isn't particularly friendly, it still holds that familiar affect as his older self. Charming, ready to find someone and hook them in, as pointed and sharp as a weapon. )
cw: more of the same. for the entire thread.
He wants to be found, he wants to be hauled up in front of the IPC. All of this was for that purpose, to stand before the Stonehearts and make a gamble for his life.
But there's something off about this man, the way that he looks--
So Thirty-Five speaks, and while his tone isn't particularly friendly, it still holds that familiar affect as his older self. Charming, ready to find someone and hook them in, as pointed and sharp as a weapon. )
Well, you're not IPC.