[The command comes, and even in his bewildered panicked state Giovanni responds to it as he's been conditioned to do, finds some level of grounding in the words, a cold kind of comfort, and immediately he becomes still, slumps slightly against the supportive weight of the other bioweapon at his side. It's a surprising thing, when it happens, those white tendrils snaking forth and pushing towards him, into him, elicits a sharp intake of breath and a slight widening of his already-darting eyes, though as instructed he maintains his stillness, allows the other man to do whatever it is that he's decided needs to be done.
And yes, on interfacing with the Spine, on connecting with the thing in him, the thing that makes him what he is-- well. It's sure to be an unpleasant experience, encountering something hot and warped by violence, something quite, quite mad. Julius might experience a sensation like something panting heavy and thick and dark, the metallic scrabble of claws, the clacking of teeth, an unsteady rush and push like its trying to find a way outoutout-- but then purchase is found, and behind Giovanni's eyes a vision forms. Not like the last one, no, not accompanied by pain and blood but something almost (almost) soothing, blue sky white bark beautiful and it steadies him, has his eyes once again widening and a quiet intake of breath pushing from between slightly parted lips.
Slowly but surely, smoke begins to rise from the wounds in Giovanni's shoulder and side, caused by the fierce kinetic energy of skin and nerves and veins unnaturally knitting themselves closed.]
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And yes, on interfacing with the Spine, on connecting with the thing in him, the thing that makes him what he is-- well. It's sure to be an unpleasant experience, encountering something hot and warped by violence, something quite, quite mad. Julius might experience a sensation like something panting heavy and thick and dark, the metallic scrabble of claws, the clacking of teeth, an unsteady rush and push like its trying to find a way outoutout-- but then purchase is found, and behind Giovanni's eyes a vision forms. Not like the last one, no, not accompanied by pain and blood but something almost (almost) soothing, blue sky white bark beautiful and it steadies him, has his eyes once again widening and a quiet intake of breath pushing from between slightly parted lips.
Slowly but surely, smoke begins to rise from the wounds in Giovanni's shoulder and side, caused by the fierce kinetic energy of skin and nerves and veins unnaturally knitting themselves closed.]