[Accelerator can't stop staring at his hands. Something is seriously wrong here. For one, the choker and wires he normally has to wear to remain functional are gone, and same with his cane, and yet he's able to move, think, speak, and calculate normally. What the ever loving hell? For another, when he tries to use his ability, nothing comes of it. He can see the calculations in his head, but nothing happens to the reality around him. Something's wrong with his Personal Reality. Or maybe his AIM field.
And third . . . his hands and face/throat are covered in sunburn. The latter he hasn't seen yet, but he can feel it when poking at his face. Jesus fucking Christ what the hell.]
Tch.
[he gives a tree on the outskirts of the forest a healthy kick, trying to shatter some of the wood in the trunk. Nothing happens.
You can probably find him kicking the tree over and over, slowly growing more irritated until he finally stops.]
late afternoon just outside the forest
And third . . . his hands and face/throat are covered in sunburn. The latter he hasn't seen yet, but he can feel it when poking at his face. Jesus fucking Christ what the hell.]
Tch.
[he gives a tree on the outskirts of the forest a healthy kick, trying to shatter some of the wood in the trunk. Nothing happens.
You can probably find him kicking the tree over and over, slowly growing more irritated until he finally stops.]