Everyone wears a mask
Some just have more than one
Some just have more than one
To Neos, he stopped upon suddenly feeling sickened, head spinning as he leaned his head on the rung. He felt the mud hit him, but it felt like it knocked him into the ladder to cause his arms to move over and hook a rung under at least one armpit...which is a good thing it had, because what presence of mind he still had barely registered the fact that the biopulse would have caused him to flop backwards...and he didn't really have the presence of mind to think about how high up he was. In fact...he felt himself blacking out while so high up.
To the others, however, he appeared to be leaning against the ladder, his feet on the lowest rung to keep himself stable, his head resting upon one of the rungs with tightly-clenched eyes and one arm hanging over a rung to hook it under an armpit after the mud hit him. He looked to be in pain from anyone that could see his face, before it suddenly twisted into a Cheshire's grin.
"And we were just talking about how the probable weights of either of you two would likely break this ladder before discovering something else about this deception." This newer voice coming out of Neos was higher, twisted...and clearly delighted about the chaos around him as the mentality now in control of Neos' body looked up towards the top after straightening his head, debating continuing to climb or sliding back down, though likely staying still to the others either way. "If any of you tried something to knock him loose again...who knows, the false human might slip and let go, potentially dying upon landing after falling for so long...we have been climbing since touching the ladder." As he spoke, he visibly winced, enduing a sudden coughing fit while clinging to the ladder.
"Do you all truly wish to potentially slay a life so needlessly to satisfy your own greed?" he forced himself to ask.
Someone else has taken the wheel in Neos' head and reveale the possibility that Neos may actually die if anyone tried knocking him off again from falling due to how they had been climbing from the moment they touched the tower's ladder.
To the others, however, he appeared to be leaning against the ladder, his feet on the lowest rung to keep himself stable, his head resting upon one of the rungs with tightly-clenched eyes and one arm hanging over a rung to hook it under an armpit after the mud hit him. He looked to be in pain from anyone that could see his face, before it suddenly twisted into a Cheshire's grin.
"And we were just talking about how the probable weights of either of you two would likely break this ladder before discovering something else about this deception." This newer voice coming out of Neos was higher, twisted...and clearly delighted about the chaos around him as the mentality now in control of Neos' body looked up towards the top after straightening his head, debating continuing to climb or sliding back down, though likely staying still to the others either way. "If any of you tried something to knock him loose again...who knows, the false human might slip and let go, potentially dying upon landing after falling for so long...we have been climbing since touching the ladder." As he spoke, he visibly winced, enduing a sudden coughing fit while clinging to the ladder.
"Do you all truly wish to potentially slay a life so needlessly to satisfy your own greed?" he forced himself to ask.
Someone else has taken the wheel in Neos' head and reveale the possibility that Neos may actually die if anyone tried knocking him off again from falling due to how they had been climbing from the moment they touched the tower's ladder.
