[ Ozpin is... well, Ozpin is still alive, which sets him apart from nearly every other adult from Remnant. He is still tending wounds from the battle, but he is lucky that's the worst of it. He is lucky to take away no scars from the battle, even if his exhaustion seems to cut down to his soul.
Once things have settled enough to realize a warning is in order, he sends a message. ]
Stanford, this is Ozpin. I'd like to thank you for your assistance last week. [ Was it last week? Things run together without the cycle of the sun and moon, and the clocks aren't reliable. He doesn't have the presence of mind to think on it for long. ] I must warn you that the danger I spoke of, the Chill, is now present in Deerington. Keep alert for any individual with stark white skin and darkened eyes. They are largely incapable of speech, but may repeat their host's last words.
[ Had he told Ford that the changed skin and eyes were a fiction? Deerington doesn't seem to care. Deerington has drawn the monster straight from the pages of his own storybook. ]
[ You know what's great news to receive within days of your nephew maiming himself and your own decision to tackle your twin brother, both actions born out paranoia fueled by fears of possession?
Cause it sure isn't news that a different supernatural bodysnatcher is in town. Ford's pretty sure he remembers something about the eyes and skin not being a real warning sign, just a distortion of the myth, but... hell, if Ozpin says it's not in this case, then he'll take his word for it. He's too tired to even address the first part of Ozpin's message, instead jumping right to the part that he considers most pressing. ]
I appreciate you taking the time to warn me.
Are there any particular methods that need to be used to destroy the host?
[ He is glad to see the pragmatism. He has no time nor energy left to manage surprise or horror or hesitation, this month. ]
Any method that would typically kill the host should suffice.
[ Then, upon reflection: ]
The Grimm may display a measure of control over its host's usual abilities and capacity for battle. If you find yourself in an unfavorable match, do not hesitate to call upon me and run.
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cryptograms) wrote2020-09-06 03:13 pm
October 16th
Once things have settled enough to realize a warning is in order, he sends a message. ]
Stanford, this is Ozpin. I'd like to thank you for your assistance last week. [ Was it last week? Things run together without the cycle of the sun and moon, and the clocks aren't reliable. He doesn't have the presence of mind to think on it for long. ] I must warn you that the danger I spoke of, the Chill, is now present in Deerington. Keep alert for any individual with stark white skin and darkened eyes. They are largely incapable of speech, but may repeat their host's last words.
[ Had he told Ford that the changed skin and eyes were a fiction? Deerington doesn't seem to care. Deerington has drawn the monster straight from the pages of his own storybook. ]
A corrupted host must be destroyed.
no subject
Cause it sure isn't news that a different supernatural bodysnatcher is in town. Ford's pretty sure he remembers something about the eyes and skin not being a real warning sign, just a distortion of the myth, but... hell, if Ozpin says it's not in this case, then he'll take his word for it. He's too tired to even address the first part of Ozpin's message, instead jumping right to the part that he considers most pressing. ]
I appreciate you taking the time to warn me.
Are there any particular methods that need to be used to destroy the host?
no subject
Any method that would typically kill the host should suffice.
[ Then, upon reflection: ]
The Grimm may display a measure of control over its host's usual abilities and capacity for battle. If you find yourself in an unfavorable match, do not hesitate to call upon me and run.