She looked at him and shuddered as he pulled another shard from his foot. One of the benefits of being a thingy she guessed. Still ow, gross. "If you say so. But if you need it just ask okay?" A small smile she got up, hands on her hips. "And oh Israfel? He's still here see?" She held up the rose ring. "And I'm not a reaper. I told you, I'm human." She waved it off.
"Anyway, getting our bearings is a good start. Just search around here, see what we can come up with? We woke up here for a reason right? Nothing is chance."
Stats:
Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) Maru do you even read this?
Merope shook his head. "Red shirt and white pants with a blue scarf? No thanks." He gave her a shrug and a half-smile. "I've been trying to get better at looking... better, I guess?" He suddenly looked uncertain, carefully biting the corner of his lip.
"R-regardless I don't think you're interested about that. Uh. Otherwise searching sounds good." With that Merope threw himself to the ground and began to scout it closely, erratically maneuvering around on his hands and feet in a horizontal fashion while he searched.
Stats:
Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Solia laughed. "Well, it might not be fashionable per say, but in the right style maybe. Practicality takes place over fashion at the end of the day." Fingers went to her currently broken watch. "Though, something are just comforting to wear out of habit. For an... undead dragon thing you don't look THAT bad really! Not like your jaw is swinging side to side or your arm is falling off. You look fine." She smiled at him while her searched.
"I'm going to try something, hopefully it works." Summoning the bow back, she pulled on the string- sending an arrow into the ground, a flash of blue. "If there is anything reflective it should shine from my arrows." Should being the key word. "Anyway, do you mind if we talk while we search or will that bother you? I tend to uh, bother people. A lot."
Stats:
Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) I am guessing that is a no.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 6:17 pm
"Really?" If there was any sort of sun or gloomlight, Merope might have begun sparkling at the comment. As it was he had stopped and sat on his haunches, the tips of his talons resting on his skeletal chin. He strongly wished he had a mirror at that moment.
He was still wishing for a mirror when Solia fired an arrow to the ground. The resulting flash was enough to make the undead boil jump before his scavenging instincts kicked in. He lunged forward, landing on his hands and talons a parody of a dog, his rear and tail high in the air as he scoured for something that sparkled.
"Ah... I don't mind," he replied as he moved, "But just so you know, I'm terrible at conversation. Except --" he sat up in a crouched position, scratching at his rotting ear-fin. "I... I personally like to match. My entire body is mis-matched parts that match together for practicality reasons. Half of the stuff I'm made out of isn't mine."
Merope stopped and reconsidered. "Scratch that. Most of me isn't really me."
Stats:
Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Laughing she nodded, Israfel giving his own opinions. "Isra says you could try a few gold bangles, or a checkered pattern. A hat might work well if you can deal with your horns. I- I dunno. I'm used to more... shadows for my monsters and such. From what I've seen of you guys you're not scary scary just... kinda freaky but not the worst things."
"Another arrow going out to your upper right!" She let it go, the flash of blue and the tiny note of a song lost.
"A listening personality isn't bad. I talk a lot but I like to listen to people. Stories, knowledge, it's all interesting to me. "Explain the mismatched thing to me. How can you be you if you're made up of others? "
Stats:
Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) It's okay Maru ilu anyway
"Oh, I do have a hat!" Merope replied. "I'm just not wearing it today. Gold and checkers though, huh? First time I took advice from a weapon, but I'll try looking into it! Thanks!" Merope swished his tail, stirring the fog as he chewed her next comment. "Uh... thanks? I'm not the shadow-monster though. That's Siddie!"
As the arrow went off, Merope lunged after it, searching and scrambling in search of the elusive glint. "I'm me because who else would I be?" He replied over his shoulder. "Look at your clothes. It's kinda like that: different colors and fabrics and whatnot, all come together to create you. Except for me it's my actual body. It's kind of useful, but kind of... like." He stopped to wave his hands around in an attempt to explain it with gestures. "It's normal for me, but it's weird to see other people not like me. And the fact that there's more people who don't do it makes me think there's something off about me, y'follow?"
Stats:
Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Bow slung over her shoulder as she followed Merope, Solia might have felt a bit odd about being in this sort of purgatory place. "He's really nice and honest about things. I mean, he can be a little noisy, but he means well." A shadow monster mentioned and Solia just shuffled a bit. Don't think about shadows. Just forget about it.
"Hrm, I guess it's a cultural thing. I mean, if I cut my hair and wore different clothes I guess that changes how people might see me. Clothes to me are just body parts to you then?" Skipping up to his side she bent over to give him a small hug, Israfel agreeing that it would be safe to do so.
"I don't think it's off! We're all put on this world for a reason. We're all unique and if were just like everyone else... that wouldn't be much a world to live in. I may not know much about halloween, but I'm sure you're perfectly fine.. Mer- errrrrr..." She trailed off. "Sorry. Bad with names."
Stats:
Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) Merope is a qtpie
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 11:08 pm
The undead creature froze as the human wrapped her arms around him. She would probably realize very belatedly that an undead aquatic creature reeked of salt and dead fish. And dead parts. Salty, dead parts. Hopefully her coat was buttoned up.
He didn't return the hug. He was too shocked to move, and as soon as she released he ducked his head in embarrassment. "I- ah- uh-" he stammered. "Mer- Merope. It's Merope, miss. I. Ah. Thank you." His fins were pressed flat against him as he struggled to find something to say. "Um. Your hair is really pretty and nice!"
Smooth, Merope. Smooth.
Stats:
Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Th smell had her taking off her coat, slinging the non fishy part over her shoulder. "Merope. Meeerope! Oh! One of the Pleiades. Okay. I can remember that. Merope of the Pleiades. Okay I got this." She looked at him. "I got this."
She'd probably forget later.
"And hey, I don't make an effort to lie. There's nothing wrong with you as far as I can tell. But... thank you. I like your fins. It's cool how you can make them flat like that! not to mention you glow." Wandering off a bit, she looked around. "I'll check a bit over here okay Merope?"
Stats:
Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) Blooop fishy smell
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 11:29 pm
Merope slowly nodded. "O-okay. Take care!" He waved.
When she left, Merope sat down on the ground in a contented glow. He was called cool.
Stats:
Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
And that was how Solia met a really nice undead water dragon with a rather good sense of fashion.
[Exit]
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:58 am
Merope listened, his head tilted to one side as Solia's footsteps quickly grew faint before fading out entirely. He even held his position for a spell later, listening. Waiting. When it became apparent his new friend wasn't coming back he finally stood. He looked in the direction she went, considering before turning so that his back was to her. Merope wasn't sure following her was a good idea; nor was he sure about heading in the same direction she went. He decided that the opposite direction would work just as well. Off he went, ignoring the lights and walking in a random direction.
