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Name: Fiona
Age: 23
Journal:blood_winged
Contact (MESSENGER/E-MAIL/ETC): hardtostarboard @Plurk, littlebritteacup @AIM
CHARACTER
Name: Scotland/William Kirkland
Age: Appears around 27, actual age 1500+
Canon: Axis Powers: Hetalia
Canon Point: Modern Day
History: Scotland wiki article (will supply a full write-out of this if necessary..)
Personality: The first impression that William gives off is one of a distant, aloof man who would just as easily put out his cigarette on your arm as give a kind word to you. He is often callous and blunt to the point of rudeness, though it can’t be denied that he’s honest, even if his kind of honesty is often not what people want at the time. The Scottish nation is stubborn, about his opinions and his habits, and it would take a very persuasive person to change his views on anything that he believes or takes small pleasure in. His hard-headed attitude makes him come across as uncooperative and occasionally rebellious, both of which would be true in their own way, but he is also incredibly perseverant and will adamantly continue on with something that he thinks must be done until he has the desired result. This, of course, more often than not leads him into trouble, particularly with a certain younger brother, as illustrated by the numerous battles they’ve fought against one another over their history and Scotland’s repeated attempts at gaining independence since the Act of Union.
Despite this, however, he is quite self-depreciating and will, if not downplay his achievements, wave them aside as if they don’t matter or simply refuse to talk about them depending upon the topic. He cares very little for his appearance and will wear the same clothes long after they’ve started wearing through. William is naturally suspicious of people he doesn’t know, especially when they show a level of kindness or generosity that goes beyond what he would expect from a stranger. Thanks to this, along with his habit of chain-smoking and borderline alcoholism, it would be easy for anyone to assume that he simply has very poor social skills – something which could not be further from the truth. He can be very eloquent, even gentile when he wishes to be, but more often than not will choose to speak harshly in order to keep conversations short. While not being a person who is easily embarrassed, if someone hits upon the right thing to fluster him, he blushes horrendously quickly – usually starting at his ears - and will invariably become irritated after the fact.
Even to those who might claim to know him well, he is a rather guarded individual who is, on the whole, quite reticent with his feelings. If there is one country more suited to the title of most stubbornly isolated than England, it would be Scotland. While he would call himself a practical realist, he tends to look for the worst in a situation and is very much a ‘glass is half empty’ kind of man, particularly when that glass contains whisky.
Underneath this prickly, difficult exterior, William does have several desirable traits. To those who manage to work their way into his trust and affection he is a loyal and devoted friend who can be readily depended upon in times of need. The Scottish nation is a reliable ally – as shown by the establishment of the Scots Brigade (94th Regiment of Foot, 1568, formed in defence of the Netherlands), and his 265-year long alliance with France (the Auld Alliance). He greatly values the few friends he has, and is highly protective of them, showing himself to be a caring and trustworthy person to only a select few. Scotland’s history and culture is rich – he is very proud of what he is and where he’s come from and will fiercely defend against any poor opinions of his country.
Abilities/Strengths:
Magic – As the rest of his siblings and some other nations do, William is capable of feats of magic. Although his ability has been somewhat damaged over the years through alcohol use, he has the potential to be rather powerful should he give up drinking. He’s shown no inclination over the past few hundred years to do so, however.
Immortality – Scotland has the immortality that is shared by all nations, and has lived for well over a dozen centuries.
Advanced healing – Along with being immortal, William also heals at a far quicker rate than a mortal. It is only this which has allowed him to go so many years drinking and smoking as much as he does without destroying several of his internal organs, and it also allows him to recover from what would be mortal wounds on anyone else. In extreme cases, this level of healing can also allow for the regeneration of amputated limbs and even returning from death itself.
Increased strength – As a nation, he is far stronger than his physical appearance would suggest, and while he’s quite capable of the kinds of feats that larger nations such as America and Russia can perform, it’s certainly nothing to be overlooked.
Tactical/Weapons knowledge – His age and the number of battles and wars he has participated in have made him as good of a tactician as one might expect from someone of such experience. William has a quick mind, and knowledge of a great variety of weapons (and how to use them)… though he will more often than not rely on his fists in an honest fight.
Weaknesses:
Smoking/Drinking – Two vices (though he would be loath to call them such) which have been part of William’s personality now for longer than most can remember. He’s rarely seen without a cigarette, glass of whisky, or both, and for those who know him well, his emotional state can usually be judged on how quickly he’s going through cigarettes.
Low self-esteem – Decades, centuries of being overshadowed by his youngest sibling as well as an inherent doubt in his own abilities mean that William suffers from a near-crippling lack of self-esteem that he hides with his sharp temper and often scathing, sarcastic comments. Should someone manage to get under his skin, however – as some people are able to without even realising – it takes him longer than he’d admit to shake it off.
France – Francis Bonnefoy has been a long-standing weakness of William’s, since long before the Auld Alliance was dissolved in favour of the Treaty of Edinburgh. He would drop everything to go to the French nation’s side if he was needed and has spent several hundred years doing what can only be described as pining for him while watching him shower others with his affections. William never fell out of love with Francis, but he has too much self-doubt to tell him that he still feels that way about him. This is a weakness which can be far too easily used against him. A very easy way to extract something from William would be to threaten putting Francis into danger.
England – Despite his constant professing of his dislike/hatred/loathing of his baby brother, Arthur still remains one of William’s biggest weaknesses. Through everything they’ve put each other through, Scotland has never truly been able to hate him, and, as is the case with Francis, putting Arthur in danger would certainly be a way to gain William’s compliance. Though he’ll rarely show kindness to the English nation and will often speak badly of him, he’ll defend him (in private) against anyone else who dares speak ill of him. It’s a complicated thing, to be sure.
ARCANARUM
Story: Doctor Who
Story Character: The (10th) Doctor
Plans: First and foremost, Time Lord and human physiology have several large differences as well as many smaller ones which I will be slowly inflicting upon Scotland, not necessarily in the order listed here.
The most notable differences are that Time Lords possess two hearts, and an extra pair of ribs, as well as an additional brain lobe which takes over some of the more basic functions of the body, freeing up much of the rest of the mind for more intellectual pursuits. This also gives them a photographic memory, able to recall the smallest details from the most insignificant points of time. It is possible for them to separate the hemispheres of their brain, allowing them to multitask easily. In addition, they display the ability of touch-enabled manipulation. This has shown itself in a number of ways, including hypnosis, mind reading, thought sharing, the ability to relieve dementia, mentally influencing the dreams of others, and memory erasure. They can also transfer knowledge quickly to another person by headbutting them. While they have all the senses possessed by humans, they have them to generally superior degrees. Gallifreyans also have extraordinary reflexes and precision timing, literally superhuman. They require far less sleep than humans, able to make do with as little as an hour.
Time Lords also possess a series of pulmonary tubes lying parallel to the lymphatic system, in place of lungs, and their blood differs from that of humans – being darker in colour, and with an orange tint. They are highly durable, able to survive falls that would shatter the bones of a human, as well as electric shocks, subzero temperatures and extremely low pressures of vacuum (for several minutes). A severely injured Gallifreyan will generally slip into a healing coma, appearing dead while they devote their energy to healing the injury. The internal body temperature of a Time Lord is around sixteen degrees Celsius (60F), and can drop to below freezing while in the above mentioned ‘healing coma’. If they are injured beyond their ability to heal, they can regenerate, which is an energy-consuming act resulting in their taking on another appearance and, in many cases, an altered personality.
Even without regeneration, Gallifreyans have considerable lifespans. They have more subdural and subcutaneous layers, adding to durability and damage resistance, and while they are susceptible to the effects of alcohol, they can shake off the effects if they need to. As with humans, however, they can be affected by hangovers with excessive consumption.
Gallifreyans can be disabled by a blow to the left shoulder, where they have a vulnerable nerve cluster. A single dose of aspirin can be fatal, and death can be prevented by entering a coma, or eating chocolate.
As well as all these physiological differences, The Doctor is a character who is unlike Scotland in a number of ways. While they are both men who will give their all for the ones they love, and will throw themselves into the path of danger if it is for the right cause, The Doctor possesses a far more playful, gregarious personality and socialises easily. He is also far more outwardly enthusiastic, cheerful and charismatic, and cares far more about being polite than William ever would.
Like Scotland, The Doctor has a hard time accepting defeat or failure and will do almost anything to prevent it. He feels driven to prevent destruction wherever possible.
The Doctor is very forgiving - certainly moreso than William - able to forgive the most horrible atrocities. However, when his patience reaches its limit, his enemies do not get second chances. William and The Doctor both share a predisposition towards righteous anger, though it is far more visible in the personality of the Time Lord than that of the redheaded nation. When driven by it, The Doctor is capable of many terrible things, and will not hesitate in striking down those who oppose him, taking on a darker, more ruthless disposition. It is shown that he needs companions in order to control this more arrogant side of him, one ruled by his ego, as he has many darker urges than his outward personality would suggest.
Unlike William, however, when The Doctor is not possessed of this egomaniacal side of himself, he prefers to avoid violence, and doesn’t see it as a way to solve problems, seeking a peaceful solution in all cases unless it is shown to be impossible, or if he is betrayed in his attempts. Such a personality shift will no doubt be very confusing to one who is so used to using his fists rather than diplomacy.
The Time Lord has a love of pop culture of the 20th century, and references it frequently. He is also fascinated by exotic technology and will go to great lengths to satisfy his curiosity, even to the point of putting friends or companions in danger. When surprised or dumbfounded, he will repeat the word ‘What?’, sounding increasingly astonished with each repetition, and while trying to explain something will often interrupt himself with a ‘Well…’ before going off on a tangent in an attempt to elaborate. He makes use of the phrase ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’ when speaking to someone that he cannot save.
Other favoured phrases are ‘allons-y!’ (Let’s go!) and ‘molto bene’ (very good), and he will often respond with ‘I’m always all right’ even when evidence points to the contrary. William will find himself beginning to use these phrases as his transformation progresses, as well as losing his strong Scottish accent in favour of one that is more typical of northern England.
This specific incarnation of the Time Lord also possesses the ability to identify the properties of objects by taste, as well as having a fondness for tea, and bananas. He hates pears and carrots. The Doctor dresses in suits though still manages to look a little as if he got dressed in the dark, and no matter what he might happen to be wearing, always has the same brown overcoat. He wears a pair of Converse All Stars, of various colours depending on the rest of his outfit. He also occasionally wears a pair of rectangular-framed tortoiseshell glasses, which he doesn’t actually need but wears in order to look clever.
Lastly, of course, he would not be The Doctor without the sonic screwdriver and the TARDIS, though I fully expect the capabilities of both to be reduced should he be granted them.
As well as inflicting all of this upon him I’m also greatly looking forward to interacting with the rest of the Hetalia cast and the other residents of the game, particularly as the changes progress.
SAMPLES
First Person:
[When the video begins it would seem that the person who has started it had done so, and then immediately forgotten about it. The scene shows a man in his mid-twenties, with a head of wild, almost too-red hair framing a pale-skinned, lightly freckled face. He has thick eyebrows and bright green eyes, and looks a little unsettled, plucking at the suit he’s wearing as if he’s not quite sure that it fits him. For the most part, he simply looks annoyed]
Ye sure thes is hoo it works? … Yikes! Alrecht! Ye dornt need tae fuckin’ snap at me. Jesus Christ.
[His accent is strong enough to be almost grating, and he’s talking to someone over his shoulder, then his gaze flickers and he finally addresses the screen]
Noo, look haur, Ah’m nae sure abit what's gonnae oan but Ah’m nae settlin' fur it. Ah want some goddamn answers, an' Ah’m nae gonnae lit up until Ah gie them.
[William frowns, then lets out a low ‘tch’ sound and pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, toying with it. He brings his hand down to shut the compact, but not before he can be heard shouting to whoever he was speaking to before]
Oi! What’s fur dinner, Fran?
Third Person:
Everything else had been painless, more or less. William wouldn’t say that he had been particularly enthused over the head-splitting migraines that had come along with what he could only assume had been the addition of an extra part of his brain, but the results were definitely ones that he could get used to. Who, after all, could say no to being able to multitask so easily, or to the heightened senses and advanced cognitive abilities that had come along with it? Certainly, he would complain, but that was only in his nature.
This, though…
William had been lying, curled up in a tight ball, on the bed for the past hour. He was vaguely aware of worried, comforting hands on him and a concerned voice but he could barely hear over the heavy thudding in his ears. His chest felt as if it was going to split apart, and he was barely able to breathe for the pain that seemed to be filtering into every part of his body. This was it, he was almost sure of it. The bastards were going to kill him with whatever they were turning him into and he was utterly powerless to do anything about it.
At a momentary lull in the almost unrelenting torment he dragged in a sharp breath and let it out on a hoarse, agonised yell, and then suddenly, it stopped, as if a band had snapped from around his chest. He almost gagged on the next rasping breath he managed to gasp into his lungs, and he brought one hand up to his face, feeling himself beginning to tremble. A soft whisper left him, an ‘oh my God’ as he slowly uncurled and sat up, drenched in sweat, hair stuck to his forehead.
He pressed a hand to his chest, then quickly twitched it away, feeling all the blood drain from his face and a cold chill race up his spine. His eyes closed, and he steeled himself, then repeated the motion, fingers splayed. Under his palm, beating steadily, he could feel not one heart beating, but two. A quiet breath left him, a low sound of disbelief, then he all but launched from the bed and kicked the dresser hard enough to snap one of the legs, sending everything on it scattering over the floor as he screamed loudly enough to make his voice crack.
"Whit the feckin’ heel ur ye daein’ tae me!?"
Name: Fiona
Age: 23
Journal:
blood_winged Contact (MESSENGER/E-MAIL/ETC): hardtostarboard @Plurk, littlebritteacup @AIM
CHARACTER
Name: Scotland/William Kirkland
Age: Appears around 27, actual age 1500+
Canon: Axis Powers: Hetalia
Canon Point: Modern Day
History: Scotland wiki article (will supply a full write-out of this if necessary..)
Personality: The first impression that William gives off is one of a distant, aloof man who would just as easily put out his cigarette on your arm as give a kind word to you. He is often callous and blunt to the point of rudeness, though it can’t be denied that he’s honest, even if his kind of honesty is often not what people want at the time. The Scottish nation is stubborn, about his opinions and his habits, and it would take a very persuasive person to change his views on anything that he believes or takes small pleasure in. His hard-headed attitude makes him come across as uncooperative and occasionally rebellious, both of which would be true in their own way, but he is also incredibly perseverant and will adamantly continue on with something that he thinks must be done until he has the desired result. This, of course, more often than not leads him into trouble, particularly with a certain younger brother, as illustrated by the numerous battles they’ve fought against one another over their history and Scotland’s repeated attempts at gaining independence since the Act of Union.
Despite this, however, he is quite self-depreciating and will, if not downplay his achievements, wave them aside as if they don’t matter or simply refuse to talk about them depending upon the topic. He cares very little for his appearance and will wear the same clothes long after they’ve started wearing through. William is naturally suspicious of people he doesn’t know, especially when they show a level of kindness or generosity that goes beyond what he would expect from a stranger. Thanks to this, along with his habit of chain-smoking and borderline alcoholism, it would be easy for anyone to assume that he simply has very poor social skills – something which could not be further from the truth. He can be very eloquent, even gentile when he wishes to be, but more often than not will choose to speak harshly in order to keep conversations short. While not being a person who is easily embarrassed, if someone hits upon the right thing to fluster him, he blushes horrendously quickly – usually starting at his ears - and will invariably become irritated after the fact.
Even to those who might claim to know him well, he is a rather guarded individual who is, on the whole, quite reticent with his feelings. If there is one country more suited to the title of most stubbornly isolated than England, it would be Scotland. While he would call himself a practical realist, he tends to look for the worst in a situation and is very much a ‘glass is half empty’ kind of man, particularly when that glass contains whisky.
Underneath this prickly, difficult exterior, William does have several desirable traits. To those who manage to work their way into his trust and affection he is a loyal and devoted friend who can be readily depended upon in times of need. The Scottish nation is a reliable ally – as shown by the establishment of the Scots Brigade (94th Regiment of Foot, 1568, formed in defence of the Netherlands), and his 265-year long alliance with France (the Auld Alliance). He greatly values the few friends he has, and is highly protective of them, showing himself to be a caring and trustworthy person to only a select few. Scotland’s history and culture is rich – he is very proud of what he is and where he’s come from and will fiercely defend against any poor opinions of his country.
Abilities/Strengths:
Magic – As the rest of his siblings and some other nations do, William is capable of feats of magic. Although his ability has been somewhat damaged over the years through alcohol use, he has the potential to be rather powerful should he give up drinking. He’s shown no inclination over the past few hundred years to do so, however.
Immortality – Scotland has the immortality that is shared by all nations, and has lived for well over a dozen centuries.
Advanced healing – Along with being immortal, William also heals at a far quicker rate than a mortal. It is only this which has allowed him to go so many years drinking and smoking as much as he does without destroying several of his internal organs, and it also allows him to recover from what would be mortal wounds on anyone else. In extreme cases, this level of healing can also allow for the regeneration of amputated limbs and even returning from death itself.
Increased strength – As a nation, he is far stronger than his physical appearance would suggest, and while he’s quite capable of the kinds of feats that larger nations such as America and Russia can perform, it’s certainly nothing to be overlooked.
Tactical/Weapons knowledge – His age and the number of battles and wars he has participated in have made him as good of a tactician as one might expect from someone of such experience. William has a quick mind, and knowledge of a great variety of weapons (and how to use them)… though he will more often than not rely on his fists in an honest fight.
Weaknesses:
Smoking/Drinking – Two vices (though he would be loath to call them such) which have been part of William’s personality now for longer than most can remember. He’s rarely seen without a cigarette, glass of whisky, or both, and for those who know him well, his emotional state can usually be judged on how quickly he’s going through cigarettes.
Low self-esteem – Decades, centuries of being overshadowed by his youngest sibling as well as an inherent doubt in his own abilities mean that William suffers from a near-crippling lack of self-esteem that he hides with his sharp temper and often scathing, sarcastic comments. Should someone manage to get under his skin, however – as some people are able to without even realising – it takes him longer than he’d admit to shake it off.
France – Francis Bonnefoy has been a long-standing weakness of William’s, since long before the Auld Alliance was dissolved in favour of the Treaty of Edinburgh. He would drop everything to go to the French nation’s side if he was needed and has spent several hundred years doing what can only be described as pining for him while watching him shower others with his affections. William never fell out of love with Francis, but he has too much self-doubt to tell him that he still feels that way about him. This is a weakness which can be far too easily used against him. A very easy way to extract something from William would be to threaten putting Francis into danger.
England – Despite his constant professing of his dislike/hatred/loathing of his baby brother, Arthur still remains one of William’s biggest weaknesses. Through everything they’ve put each other through, Scotland has never truly been able to hate him, and, as is the case with Francis, putting Arthur in danger would certainly be a way to gain William’s compliance. Though he’ll rarely show kindness to the English nation and will often speak badly of him, he’ll defend him (in private) against anyone else who dares speak ill of him. It’s a complicated thing, to be sure.
ARCANARUM
Story: Doctor Who
Story Character: The (10th) Doctor
Plans: First and foremost, Time Lord and human physiology have several large differences as well as many smaller ones which I will be slowly inflicting upon Scotland, not necessarily in the order listed here.
The most notable differences are that Time Lords possess two hearts, and an extra pair of ribs, as well as an additional brain lobe which takes over some of the more basic functions of the body, freeing up much of the rest of the mind for more intellectual pursuits. This also gives them a photographic memory, able to recall the smallest details from the most insignificant points of time. It is possible for them to separate the hemispheres of their brain, allowing them to multitask easily. In addition, they display the ability of touch-enabled manipulation. This has shown itself in a number of ways, including hypnosis, mind reading, thought sharing, the ability to relieve dementia, mentally influencing the dreams of others, and memory erasure. They can also transfer knowledge quickly to another person by headbutting them. While they have all the senses possessed by humans, they have them to generally superior degrees. Gallifreyans also have extraordinary reflexes and precision timing, literally superhuman. They require far less sleep than humans, able to make do with as little as an hour.
Time Lords also possess a series of pulmonary tubes lying parallel to the lymphatic system, in place of lungs, and their blood differs from that of humans – being darker in colour, and with an orange tint. They are highly durable, able to survive falls that would shatter the bones of a human, as well as electric shocks, subzero temperatures and extremely low pressures of vacuum (for several minutes). A severely injured Gallifreyan will generally slip into a healing coma, appearing dead while they devote their energy to healing the injury. The internal body temperature of a Time Lord is around sixteen degrees Celsius (60F), and can drop to below freezing while in the above mentioned ‘healing coma’. If they are injured beyond their ability to heal, they can regenerate, which is an energy-consuming act resulting in their taking on another appearance and, in many cases, an altered personality.
Even without regeneration, Gallifreyans have considerable lifespans. They have more subdural and subcutaneous layers, adding to durability and damage resistance, and while they are susceptible to the effects of alcohol, they can shake off the effects if they need to. As with humans, however, they can be affected by hangovers with excessive consumption.
Gallifreyans can be disabled by a blow to the left shoulder, where they have a vulnerable nerve cluster. A single dose of aspirin can be fatal, and death can be prevented by entering a coma, or eating chocolate.
As well as all these physiological differences, The Doctor is a character who is unlike Scotland in a number of ways. While they are both men who will give their all for the ones they love, and will throw themselves into the path of danger if it is for the right cause, The Doctor possesses a far more playful, gregarious personality and socialises easily. He is also far more outwardly enthusiastic, cheerful and charismatic, and cares far more about being polite than William ever would.
Like Scotland, The Doctor has a hard time accepting defeat or failure and will do almost anything to prevent it. He feels driven to prevent destruction wherever possible.
The Doctor is very forgiving - certainly moreso than William - able to forgive the most horrible atrocities. However, when his patience reaches its limit, his enemies do not get second chances. William and The Doctor both share a predisposition towards righteous anger, though it is far more visible in the personality of the Time Lord than that of the redheaded nation. When driven by it, The Doctor is capable of many terrible things, and will not hesitate in striking down those who oppose him, taking on a darker, more ruthless disposition. It is shown that he needs companions in order to control this more arrogant side of him, one ruled by his ego, as he has many darker urges than his outward personality would suggest.
Unlike William, however, when The Doctor is not possessed of this egomaniacal side of himself, he prefers to avoid violence, and doesn’t see it as a way to solve problems, seeking a peaceful solution in all cases unless it is shown to be impossible, or if he is betrayed in his attempts. Such a personality shift will no doubt be very confusing to one who is so used to using his fists rather than diplomacy.
The Time Lord has a love of pop culture of the 20th century, and references it frequently. He is also fascinated by exotic technology and will go to great lengths to satisfy his curiosity, even to the point of putting friends or companions in danger. When surprised or dumbfounded, he will repeat the word ‘What?’, sounding increasingly astonished with each repetition, and while trying to explain something will often interrupt himself with a ‘Well…’ before going off on a tangent in an attempt to elaborate. He makes use of the phrase ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’ when speaking to someone that he cannot save.
Other favoured phrases are ‘allons-y!’ (Let’s go!) and ‘molto bene’ (very good), and he will often respond with ‘I’m always all right’ even when evidence points to the contrary. William will find himself beginning to use these phrases as his transformation progresses, as well as losing his strong Scottish accent in favour of one that is more typical of northern England.
This specific incarnation of the Time Lord also possesses the ability to identify the properties of objects by taste, as well as having a fondness for tea, and bananas. He hates pears and carrots. The Doctor dresses in suits though still manages to look a little as if he got dressed in the dark, and no matter what he might happen to be wearing, always has the same brown overcoat. He wears a pair of Converse All Stars, of various colours depending on the rest of his outfit. He also occasionally wears a pair of rectangular-framed tortoiseshell glasses, which he doesn’t actually need but wears in order to look clever.
Lastly, of course, he would not be The Doctor without the sonic screwdriver and the TARDIS, though I fully expect the capabilities of both to be reduced should he be granted them.
As well as inflicting all of this upon him I’m also greatly looking forward to interacting with the rest of the Hetalia cast and the other residents of the game, particularly as the changes progress.
SAMPLES
First Person:
[When the video begins it would seem that the person who has started it had done so, and then immediately forgotten about it. The scene shows a man in his mid-twenties, with a head of wild, almost too-red hair framing a pale-skinned, lightly freckled face. He has thick eyebrows and bright green eyes, and looks a little unsettled, plucking at the suit he’s wearing as if he’s not quite sure that it fits him. For the most part, he simply looks annoyed]
Ye sure thes is hoo it works? … Yikes! Alrecht! Ye dornt need tae fuckin’ snap at me. Jesus Christ.
[His accent is strong enough to be almost grating, and he’s talking to someone over his shoulder, then his gaze flickers and he finally addresses the screen]
Noo, look haur, Ah’m nae sure abit what's gonnae oan but Ah’m nae settlin' fur it. Ah want some goddamn answers, an' Ah’m nae gonnae lit up until Ah gie them.
[William frowns, then lets out a low ‘tch’ sound and pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, toying with it. He brings his hand down to shut the compact, but not before he can be heard shouting to whoever he was speaking to before]
Oi! What’s fur dinner, Fran?
Third Person:
Everything else had been painless, more or less. William wouldn’t say that he had been particularly enthused over the head-splitting migraines that had come along with what he could only assume had been the addition of an extra part of his brain, but the results were definitely ones that he could get used to. Who, after all, could say no to being able to multitask so easily, or to the heightened senses and advanced cognitive abilities that had come along with it? Certainly, he would complain, but that was only in his nature.
This, though…
William had been lying, curled up in a tight ball, on the bed for the past hour. He was vaguely aware of worried, comforting hands on him and a concerned voice but he could barely hear over the heavy thudding in his ears. His chest felt as if it was going to split apart, and he was barely able to breathe for the pain that seemed to be filtering into every part of his body. This was it, he was almost sure of it. The bastards were going to kill him with whatever they were turning him into and he was utterly powerless to do anything about it.
At a momentary lull in the almost unrelenting torment he dragged in a sharp breath and let it out on a hoarse, agonised yell, and then suddenly, it stopped, as if a band had snapped from around his chest. He almost gagged on the next rasping breath he managed to gasp into his lungs, and he brought one hand up to his face, feeling himself beginning to tremble. A soft whisper left him, an ‘oh my God’ as he slowly uncurled and sat up, drenched in sweat, hair stuck to his forehead.
He pressed a hand to his chest, then quickly twitched it away, feeling all the blood drain from his face and a cold chill race up his spine. His eyes closed, and he steeled himself, then repeated the motion, fingers splayed. Under his palm, beating steadily, he could feel not one heart beating, but two. A quiet breath left him, a low sound of disbelief, then he all but launched from the bed and kicked the dresser hard enough to snap one of the legs, sending everything on it scattering over the floor as he screamed loudly enough to make his voice crack.
"Whit the feckin’ heel ur ye daein’ tae me!?"
