After a short bit of nudging, the "meat" swells... and then melts into a brownish-red puddle, the material that makes it up already too far gone down the road of... uhh... whatever its road is... to follow a reverse-generation process to make it more edible. Maybe the cells of the meat are far too weak after continuous exposure to heat, light, and salt to sustain an increased level of water that would make the tissue slightly more edible?
The puddle will seep into the ground after a bit, leaving a salty smell behind.
(Next time you do something like that, give me a Focus amount to judge success and effect.)
Edward finds the meat if not tasty at least filling. His altered teeth make short work of the tough meat.
Virginia finds that polishing her brass knuckles produces... shiny brass knuckles!
Two hours later....
At the nearest part to the very end of her watch, Virginia notices something. Something a little... odd. First, the wind picks up. A Lot. Then, with her attuned eyes, she can see a figure walking down the road in the darkness. It's garbed in black, including a black mask and hood. It's hard to tell from here, but it all looks strangely... organic. It's coming down towards Jansen and away from Holdenburgh or one of the diverse villages that might also dot the area. At any rate, it doesn't appear that the figure is in any hurry to get anywhere, as it's walking, not jogging or running or sprinting or riding or anything. It has a black cape and coat that whip behind it in the new wind that only grows worse as it approaches. It's about ten minutes down the road if it doesn't pick up any speed.
Edited by: The Great Nevareh at: 8/5/05 15:59