Laz shudders awake, startled.
Aagh! No more straws! (uh... what?)
It takes him a minute to calm himself back down.
anger mode: ON-Gracia lies in the hallway by the top of the stairs, staring up at the ceiling-
-Humming to herself-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...thankye. Yerescharetableasye'rebeautiful, lassie. Do not fear.
(Grins HUGELY and hops over, eyeing Henri with care and taking INTENSE NOTES.) (It looks to Morph Moth, vast and white and still.)
...Soorry, ahhoopeah'mnae—... yerjist... yerth'ferstchecken— oorchecken-likebeingah'veseenhere, aye...? Et'sjistbeenhumans, an'afewitherthengs... Et'sjist... et'sabeto'acoomfort... Familiarety... Just to stay. That is all. Nothing more. All else extra.
(Something brushes Gracia's shoulder, from behind, but is apparently courteous enough to step back.)
...Sorry.
(They sound effeminate, but not exactly feminine.) (A bit of Presence leaks upstairs. Such a big thing... It does not interfere.)
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Oct 29th 2018 at 9:17:02 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia sits up, then looks around, slowly and a lil lazily-
Mmh?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Funnyhaethetwairks, aye? Have no name.
(Is sketching up a diagram of Henrietta, humming softly as she does.) Call whatever desired.
...Eh... Ookei, ahjistgottae—... wereyebairn, asahuman'sbairn, ordedyehaitchfrimaneigg? (Its Being has coalesced into a softer, solider form, not unlike a megatherium. Still so white, though, and vague.)
...I wouldn't reccome—
(...oh
◊... oh man... ouchie...)
...Please refrain from screaming, if you can.
(The body, bound up in strips of cloth, looks unstable. One arm hangs off in the wrong direction, and the pelvis juts out, and the spine is all crooked, and that... that black, empty hole where there's supposed to be an eye. He talks just fine, tho!)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...
-She gawps and starts shaking, grinding her teeth in agitation-
Nnnnn... hhhhhnnhh!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Good. Just continue to not make screams and I think this interaction will be salvageable.
(Lifts the less crooked arm to touch its dull, white hair, the bones creaking and grinding audibly.)
I'm not going to hurt you, in case that's what's prompting your reaction. I'm having a hard enough time moving around...
(Just sounds like a monotone, lightly smug little brat with a wispy voice.)
Ahhhhh... Thet'ssooenteresten, thoo...! Ah— eheh, ahne'er, e'erwiuldhae'magened, thetahumanan'acheckenciuldbecombined, bit—bit... hereyeare, hen! If desired. Specter Ray... suffices.
(FEVERISH WRITING.) (It leans against the wall, slumping. The faint markings that must be eyes remain open, watching.)
(Detached observation, as one viewing a foreign film.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-She shrinks away from him a bit, huddling up at herself-
I'll be good. Please.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?"And I'm honestly surprised that a full blown chicken can speak such fluent... Ahh, I'm not sure what it would be called in your home, the accent."
she EXTENDS A WING to Morph Moth, grinning
she EXTEND CLAW (tho not opening it since she doesn't wanna accidentally sever it lol)
"I'm Alice!"
Edited by Trip on Oct 29th 2018 at 10:44:35 AM
Your conduct is within "good" parameters, I'd say.
(Staggers a few steps back, leaning against the wall as all those bones scrape each other and creak and squeak. Manages to inhale, the breath sounding as smooth and not fuckawful as his voice.)
...This is sort of important, so please answer as accurately and calmly as you can. Sometimes touching things makes me feel calmer when I begin to feel nervous, like my hair...
(Manages to snag his finger in his hair, having gnarled it up in there. Tries to pull it out, but there's a snapping sound... and beneath the bandages, it... doesn't look it its right place.)
...Damn it. But—... Yes, just calm yourself appropriately, however you must, then tell me: have you seen a "Cloud Strife" around here?
...Et's—... Weell, ah'mspeakenAnglesh, lass, reetnoo, bitahkenalsaespeakScots— yeprobeblywiuldnaebeeablet'understanme'fahded, bitaye, ah'vegootaweebeto'abrogue, bitah'mstellspeakenth'Quein'sAngleshjistfine. Well met.
(wee bit of a brogue... yea) This locale satisfies. Many observations.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

[[evil:"... Oh, well... I'm, errr... A beastkin? That's the term they use these days, I'm not so certain on the terminology anymore, I come from a different time..."
"... Uhm... welcome!"
well... she seems friendly?