CLOSED💠reflections in crystal

[exarched]

Who: G'raha, Emet-Selch, & Hythlodaeus
Where: An abandoned old gym center in Panorama
When: Mid-April
What: Crystal surgery

Warnings: Body horror & dysmorphia

[ He really is desperate now, isn't he?

G'raha has exhausted all the other avenues available. The hospitals, the clinics, or the academics he's been able to make contact with have been able to help. No answers, either, although he has learned about several new sources of power and potential similar ailments to what he's experience. So it hasn't exactly been for naught, even if his condition has only worsened.

If he had graying hair once again, he would look nearly identical to his persona on the First. Something that G'raha has been trying to hide under layers of clothing. Strangers don't seem to care, but those that know him watch with pity and concern. He wants to alleviate this to avoid those looks and for their sake, yes, but mostly he desires his autonomy again.

And so he looks to two phone numbers, both of which seem...a strange twist of fate that he would have either to reach out to. One of them foremost. But he does. Finally. Weeks after running into them both separately, yet both of them had come to the same conclusion: aether corruption. Something their Ancient eyes can see. ]

I'm here.

[ He texts with his good hand as he looks up at the old building. It's seen better days, but he's experimented with magic in more unkempt surroundings. Moving the front door to the side, G'raha realizes it's long since fallen off it's hinges. He awkwardly shoves it back into place. Most of the building is quiet, his footsteps echoing against empty halls, but it leads him down to the end where the "Community Pool" lays slightly less vacant than the others.

Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus.

G'raha stands at the threshold of the room and swallows. ]