"A... what?" Blink, blink. He looked back up to Skisan again, still puzzled over this. "I think.... I'm the different one." He frowned a little more, holding up his arm to show that shield of his, and made it fold back up into his forearm again. "I wanted this." He sounded a little unsure, though; that memory was from forever ago. "...So I have it. And...."
Still hesitant, curious about something, he held up his other arm, looking it over... definitely no weaponry there, nor even a second shield. But he opened and closed his fist a few times, looking more toward his elbow as he did, and then with what looked like deliberate direction to do so on his part, that section of his armor -- of his arm, as it was quickly evident -- split open lengthwise, revealing a polished stone that he reached in to mess with a little, frowning further in thought. He didn't pull it out, but he was clearly investigating it, curious. He opened his hand again, and closed it, but it didn't look like however that worked, it was being hampered any by that spot being open. There was no blood, no bone, only light-colored wood with what looked like a good few long, unbroken, vibrantly-hued fibers running lengthwise through it, as part of the grain. He tilted his arm; the gem caught the light, but it was too dark inside to see all the way through.
"...I think I did this." So he'd customized himself? Which meant that his original appearance was still a mystery to Skisan. ...Which was apparently what this guy thought was meant, with the question about their species; maybe there really was more of a basis for this confusion than had originally been evident.
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Still hesitant, curious about something, he held up his other arm, looking it over... definitely no weaponry there, nor even a second shield. But he opened and closed his fist a few times, looking more toward his elbow as he did, and then with what looked like deliberate direction to do so on his part, that section of his armor -- of his arm, as it was quickly evident -- split open lengthwise, revealing a polished stone that he reached in to mess with a little, frowning further in thought. He didn't pull it out, but he was clearly investigating it, curious. He opened his hand again, and closed it, but it didn't look like however that worked, it was being hampered any by that spot being open. There was no blood, no bone, only light-colored wood with what looked like a good few long, unbroken, vibrantly-hued fibers running lengthwise through it, as part of the grain. He tilted his arm; the gem caught the light, but it was too dark inside to see all the way through.
"...I think I did this." So he'd customized himself? Which meant that his original appearance was still a mystery to Skisan. ...Which was apparently what this guy thought was meant, with the question about their species; maybe there really was more of a basis for this confusion than had originally been evident.