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sorry we haven't been here in a while -- never expected zane to actually be as.. active as he is.

#.:ooc:.

missamcrica:

▓░▌━━ ≼☆≽ ░▓▌

❝ & you just keeping getting weirder— what specters? ❞

" .. i suppose you'd call them 'ghosts'. "

#he is v weird #missamcrica

mysteryisms:

' so rude, bro. ‘

he just wanted to have a quick word with the man. nothing more. but then he would be lying to himself.

' can we not take a walk together? ‘

" ... i suppose. "

but do not think he will discard his weapon so easily. his guard will still be standing, bat in his hand. he will keep in mind to have a good distance between.

" then, lead. "

#mysteryisms

missamcrica:

▓░▌━━ ≼☆≽ ░▓▌

❝ okkkaayyy... that’s not creepy at all. so, what are you purifyin—? ❞

" impures, specters. "

#missamcrica #{ he is horrible we are so sorry }

rxversusque:

—He shook his head, and she nodded; a simple and quiet rejection to an action she didn’t think he’d accept anyway. Bringing her hand behind her back as he stepped forward to her, she let out a short and pleased hum, noting that he’d follow her, but hearing his voice caused her to lose the temporary smile she had to focus on his voice. Her reaction?

❝… To your eyes, correct?❞

" yes, my eyes. "

it's obvious, that he expected something different. not many he knew before had four eyes -- while they were a bit.. different, it was something he had to himself. unique, if you will. and rarely seen by anyone else. self conscious, no; more along the lines of not wanting someone to stare or cause an uproar. unless it was in his favor, that is.

#rxversusque

tsundelta

there's an odd dangerous feeling he gets from this one, and although danger isn't something new to him, with whoever this was.. somehow it was different. the bat is held securely in his hand, swayed just slightly before stilling at his side. staring isn't polite -- but batter isn't one to actually care.

#tsundelta #{ this is rly bad we're sorry - }

mysteryisms

" -- what. "

he simply has no time for this. finish it quickly, he's a very busy man.

#mysteryisms

abattoirprince

oh. this again. instead of speaking, he'll simply lean onto his bat, staring.

#abattoirprince #{ every time we try to reply to the other one batter just sorta nahs out }

tastes-like-ech:

"̳̳͖͎D̩͈͇͇̮́e̖̤a͚̹̠͕̤d̗͍̠.͇̲ ̴̱̩A̠̙̥̠ͅnd̮ ̷y͖̦̘͚̩͉͟o͉͙̤͔̼̲u̥͍̫?̗̙̟͕͇̠"̸

Maybe she shouldn’t talk that way, or… at all for that matter. This was the well-armed batter she was in the presence of. The seemingly harmless specter however wasn’t about to start something she shouldn’t… yet.

...how straightforward. he has to give her that much, at least. normally, he'd be attacked, or ran from. this one was... odd. weapon held securely in his hand,the other staying at his side, the batter simply stared.

" how strange. "

#tasteslikeech #no worries!

rxversusque:

—Closing her eyes and slowly giving him a nod, she turned to guide him around the gallery, plotting questions she’d maybe ask him as she answered his about the featured art or her or the world around him(he didn’t at all seem like someone or thing of this world, anyway). Realizing that she’d spent all this time lost in her thoughts and walking at a brisk pace without instructing him to come with her, she turned back to him for a moment, her red eyes searching for his four, with her hand held out to the male compellingly, inviting him to join her.

❝This way.❞

and those same four red eyes will stare at the hand, only to look back to the others face, his head shaking just slightly. a hand held up, palm facing her -- he needs no... contact of the sort. he can follow without it. taking a step closer to her, intending to follow. personal space and such, after all.

as curious as he might be about t his girl, he will not show it. though, there is one thing he will say, even if it sounds out of the ordinary even to him.

" your reaction was not as i expected. "

#rxversusque

rxversusque:

—Hearing footsteps drawing closer to her, she whipped her head around before lifting it upwards to meet this stranger’s gaze. He was a man with almost no color to him, he held a bat, and he was very tall. She was slightly intimidated by his silhouette, but she was grateful for the shade he provided. Though his face seemed rather unhappy, he didn’t seem to be injured. It seemed a bit backwards to her since she was on the ground, but she was curious about how he was.

❝Are you alright?❞

" i should be the one asking you. "

his voice is cold and even, no indication of fright at their situation. a bit odd, as they're now stranded on this island -- by the looks of it. it's a wonder how he was seemingly unharmed by the crash, in any way. a bit too calm, perhaps. though the batter might be used to violence and death, this was a bit much for his tastes.

with a gloved hand slowly reached out, he silently offers to help her up.

#rxversusque #.:au

teddisa:

Most definitely out of the ordinary, but so was this place. Everything was out of what I used to call normal. Perhaps this was normal here. Strange people, strange things. I must keep control, not let the fear of the unknown overcome by being.

"…I see. I have no use in knowing that mission of yours, can’t see the world the way you do nor could I ever, I suppose."

" precisely. "

so, now it is her decision on what she will do. stand there and continue to slowly annoy him with her presence, or turn and leave. he'd rather much have the latter, if anyone would ask him. with how their... 'conversation' was, he would think she's smart enough to leave without anymore issues.

#teddisa

marionetteisms:

not a care is given that he’s being rather IRRITATING, actually it’s rather entertaining to watch the stranger appear frustrated with his overly friendly facade.

“—that seems like a rather sad preference!”

" i don't care. "

he'll take a moment to calm himself. any rash decisions would not aid him. not to mention he has a feeling this annoying thing is taking pleasure out of his anger.

#marionetteisms

twelfthdecember:

The Batter, huh. That’s not much of a name, but it is quite clearly fitting. Dezember glances at the bat in the man’s hand, expression neutral. That’s certainly a weapon the guy’s comfortable with.

Shadows move over Dezember’s face, slowly creeping around his eye and darkening a good fourth of his expression. A small display of magic where he’s just slightly showing off and mostly just compensating for the fact that he’s hesitant about Sportsy McMysterious over here. "Batter. And I’m assuming you’re mostly human.”

if it is an act of intimidation he is going for, dezember can forget it -- intimidating the batter is not an easy feet. though, it is not impossible either. he will stare, he will watch. this man -- whatever he might be -- has yet to proven he is a threat.

" let's go with that. "

it's quick, easy, and simple. saves the trouble of trying to explain, and possibly displaying what he does not wish to.

#twelfthdecember

missamcrica:

▓░▌━━ ≼☆≽ ░▓▌

‘ come on… you’re gonna tell me what your mission was. i’m not patient enough for twenty-one questions. ‘

" to purify. "

... well, he did tell her what it was. could've just walked away without answering.

#missamcrica

rxversusque:

—It was a mysterious and odd answer to her question, but she expected nothing less from a person like him. Four eyes, lacking color, standing at an incredible height; the more she spoke to him, the more questions began to form in her head. And although her curiosity pinched and prodded at her mind like a bothersome thistle stuck to a fabric of her clothing, she knew that answers wouldn’t be found very easily from a seemingly-secretive man like himself.

❝Would you like me to show you around, Batter?❞ Batter. An odd alias as well, but nothing seemed to fit him more.

" ... i see no reason to turn your offer down. "

after all, that might just be what could help him understand this place better. another world, to him. a silent wonder if this is the puppeteers world - but it's quickly pushed away. no need to think of anything of the past mission. it was over -- and over it shall stay.

but of course, old habits are hard to break. namely those of purification, for him.

#rxversusque

missamcrica:

▓░▌━━ ≼☆≽ ░▓▌

’ yeah… right after i excuse that outfit— you know you got a little… something red… ohhhhh, chico, what you been getting up to, huh? ’

a little red never hurt anyone. getting the red was a completely different story, though. now that hurt.

" my mission. "

#missamcrica

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