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theatriclizard (theatriclizard) wrote in athinblackline,

"I am a bit of a freak, aren't I?" Victor returned with a warm chuckle, offering out his left hand now as well, which felt different as well, the scales there were tiny, leaving him feeling very smooth, like a warm snake skin. Anole had grown up here and really did not find the fact that he was different and strange terribly insulting. It was a part of his identity and he was perfectly comfortable with it all, part of the reason he was such a good person to head the welcome wagon.

"Well, this, as I said, is Revolve. It's the world's dirty little secret, or so I'm told, where they keep wierdos like us under lock and key and out of the public eye." He chuckled and winked to soften the wording. Whoever, whatever Wade was before, he was now counted along side the lizard man and all the other strange people housed on the island. "Part prison, part coliseum, for some it's heaven, for others it's hell, and for some of us?" Another pause and another chuckle. "Some of us just want to live what lives we can here." It was a simple and somewhat bleak explanation of the place, but in all honesty there was no reason to pretty it up.

"Don't blame you at all, I'd have done the same thing, and probably would have been made into a pair of boots after he took me out," he chuckled. Vic was not the strongest fighter, though his new arm was going to give him a distinct leg up, he hoped. "Regardless of how it happened, well done. Survived your first death match, you've started on your way up to Yellow," he chuckled.