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@poisontox
Sup, I'm Tox, master of acid and basically just here for an excuse to be idle. I'd reckon not ticking me, or Chamile off because, well, we're kinda sorta on the same team—always.
My turn. Master of form and I go by Chamile or Lian, whichever I find more suitable, but respond to either. I'm here for the gossip, so, feel free to fill in me in on any interesting news~
Trashtalk not welcome, ever. That includes anything and everything about our personal lives.
So...
Thoughts on Lloyd murdering someone?
We just watched some one get fucking killed.
And somehow the ninja are still fixed on Chen being the "big bad villain" :-P
For some reason I imagine your Tox with a very strong Aussie accent.
ooc;
You're quite on point w that lol. Their lingo is inspired by PearlescentMoon and ZombieCleo (and Joel somewhat)
Hi girly. How does it feel knowing you're going to get beaten up by your partner?
Not specifying who this is to, you should already know if you're going to win or not.
- @auth0rs-n0t3
You're INSANE if you think we're gonna fight eachother. You're mad, lad. Mad I tell you xD
Yeah, but if we did we'd know who's going down
Oh? :]
Like I said to the freaky mind control guy Chen isn't going to just not let you fight. That won't be entertaining to him. Youll be fine though considering if you did go all out, there's a clear winner here.
Yuhhh true that ! That snake guy's always gettin' in my nerves
Unfortunately, you're right about Chen. But we'll figure it out, you don't need to worry about us
Hi girly. How does it feel knowing you're going to get beaten up by your partner?
Not specifying who this is to, you should already know if you're going to win or not.
- @auth0rs-n0t3
You're INSANE if you think we're gonna fight eachother. You're mad, lad. Mad I tell you xD
Yeah, but if we did we'd know who's going down
Oh? :]
You are cool and collected, the other are a reactive mess. It's more funny that way. Sure I could say something about how weird is the whole form thing and how you still choose a ugly face anyways but meh
You did not just call Chamile ugly mate. Thanks for the compliment and all but if you didn't get the memo, either be nice or insult us without hiding behind the anonymous name.
Find it funny less people come torment you, the resident evil lesbians, than they do the the traumatised gay guys.
This is clearly the correct answer to the yaoi vs yuri debate.
This is correct! I think they just like us ^^ I mean what wouldn't you do to make your day more yuriful <3
Yuri >> Yaoi anyday, everyday.
The thing with the water is a helpful tip, but I'd avoid going bear him altogether. He looks, and probably smells, diseased.
I know. It's probably the second worst thing I've experienced since I met Tox.
Yo doesn't mean the first worst thing was meeting me, guys...
You're right, the first was the time you got a mawhawk.
The dead are vulnerable to water. It was good intel girl, nice done. Spray him if you need to.
Yeah, I guess I overlooked that when I got away from that..thing.
Vulnerable to water... That's so stupid hah xD that guy's definitely a piece of work man!
She found out the wind guy is actually dead
OH! oh uh what that's—tgats really uh news
How is Chamille doing after her Intel gathering?
Not well I guess. She went straight to bed and didn't tell me anything
Chamile streamlined down the hallway, target set on finding Shade to, well, pester.
Shade... shadow master.. master of shadow... blah blah blah, originality is dead to these people. Is Shade even his real name? Eh, who cares I have to find him and get this over with ASAP
Hold on, is that Morro?
*Morro seemed strangely content to sit on the floor. In fact, at that moment, it seemed like the most comfortable place he could possibly sit at the moment.*
*He had abandoned the idea of going to get a snack. After all, he could always grab one later. After a while of just staring straight ahead, his mind wandering, he heard someone approach.*
Who's tha...?
No...no...no...nononononononononono-
*How. How was he here. How was he alive??*
H-How...you can't...you're..
*Morro suddenly felt all too aware of his own pulse, which had quickened, feeling like it was trying to beat it's way out of his chest. Every part of him screamed at him to run, yet his body seemed unwilling to obey.*
Hector approached Morro with a weirdly normal looking smile, not even a smirk or anything uncanny
Honestly, it was an uncanny sight in itself for him to both be alive and also strikingly kind appealing..
"Morro! How've you been?" Again. Such a simple question, with such a horrifyingly uncharacteristic tone, or atleast, what Morro believed to be uncharacteristic of Hector up until that point.
//ooc: rushed Hector a bit cause I GTG rn my bad TvT
*Morro was unable to speak for a moment, when he finally did, he spoke with an uncharacteristically quiet and meek tone.*
H-How are you here...? You're not supposed to be...
//OOC: Its all good ^-^
"Dude... Chill out! What're you being all jittery about? We're all friends here!" Hector chuckled, as if amused.
"I heard about the tournament and you thinking about me, so I decided to do you a favour, what Morro, you don't want to see me?"
Chamile clearly didn't know what Hector's personality was like—damn, anons, couldn't be clear about could you?—so this was all just bullshit improv.
*Morro finally managed to stand, taking a few steps back. By now he was hyperventilating, panic very quickly taking over.*
No...no...I don't want you here...can't you just leave me alone...youre not supposed to be here...you can't be here...this has to be in my head...
*Morro's words were barely audible, erratic mumbling that came as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough.*
Okay. Now Hector had a genuinely confused face in his face because Chamile was confused. What the hell's up with this guy? Weren't they supposed to be close or something?
"Hey, you good man?..." He asked, reaching out a hand towards the other, in the nicest way possible—and so, so terribly unlikely of Hector than Chamile could ever imagine.
No. No. No. No. Don't...Don't touch me...or I'll...I-I'll...
*Morro felt like he couldn't breathe. His eyes were fixed on 'Hector's' outstretched hand as if it held a weapon. Morro would panic and slap the hand away. He would feel the already scarred skin on his face burn once more as tears involuntarily ran down his cheeks. He staggered back a few steps as a horrifying realisation set in. If this wasn't real and was just a trick if his mind, how had he been able to touch him...?*
Oh.
Oh what the fuc—
"Is that.. Is your face BURNING OFF?! oh my—" Chamile was quick to slap her hand over her mouth. Hector's voice was now once again her own, her form flickered, the facade breaking away just as simply just as it had been created.
Now in her own skin and bone, she backed away from the master of wind before her, who stood with a bitter exaggeration of a face.
Morro had been panicking just a second ago, if not irritated for a fleeting moment, and then tears—crying—water—
"What.. huh, I—.. what are you?!"
Its...you...? You! What the fuck- How did you know to turn into him?!
*Morro wiped his eyes, trying to get the tears off of his face the best he could with shaking hands. Even the visual reassurance he wasn't here couldn't stop his hyperventilating or racing pulse. The edibles he'd had definitely weren't helping either.*
"It was—I mean—"
Okay, so maybe she was a bit naive in believing whatever the anons said and going along with it. And mayyybe she was insensitive about the whole meltdown (literally) Morro just had infront of her, because of her, for the sake of amusement.
"Th-That doesn't matter, what the hell just happened with you?! The burning stunt you just pulled?!"
The fuck do you mean "it doesn't matter"?! You shouldn't know about him hes-!
*Morro caught himself, taking a shaky breath.*
...it's none of your buisness what just happened to me.
Oh whatever, all sensitivity and caution was out the window before Chamile could even hesitate.
"None of—you freak! Your face just vaporized infront of me, which by the way gross, and think I wouldn't ask about it? That's not what a normal person does—"
No fucking shit, Sherlock. Way to point out the obvious there. Of course I'm not a normal fucking person.
*Morro winced, gingerly touching at the new open wounds on his face. Luckily they wouldnt impact his appearance as much as the other ones had. At least, he thought they wouldn't.*
"Oh you're—"
Huh?
Well that ought to have shut her up.
Of course I'm not a normal fucking person—the hell was that supposed to mean?
Now that Chamile looked back at him, and really thought about the whole thing, one thing was clear; this master of wind wasn't human. The hollow gaze and burn from contact to water—that wasn't just elemental masters shit, it was completely unnatural.
"What the actual hell are you?"
The question was more a statement, with a tremble of.. fear? ..right, fear. That would explain why Chamile was less expecting an answer and more on the verge of sprinting.
I'm dead.
*Morro would state this bluntly, in a similar manner that one would say the sky is blue or point out any fact that should be blatantly obvious and was a completely normal thing to say.*
He's dead.
He's dead?
"Uhm," Chamile said intelligently. "You're dead. You're.. dead... You're.. dead, dead." She rolled the term around in her head, trying to make sense of it.
At this point even the crickets were getting bored.
Had anyone taken note of the fact that Chamile was still in a fight or flight stance like she'd take off at the slightest sign of disadvantage?
Yeah. Dead. That's what came out of my mouth. Why else would I smell like I'm rotting all the time? Because trust me, its not by choice. Need me to spell it out more?
*Morro decided he wasnt going to be exact about the nature of him being undead. After all, it could be an advantage he didn't want getting out to too many people.*
"You don't particularly—"
Oh nevermind. He did smell terrible, it was just now that Chamile was actually noticing it.
"Oh I'm gonna, leave uh ... I'm gonna barf—" and she did, just out of eyesight of said undead wind master.
Wiping the remnants of her half dissolved last meal from her face, she exhaled a shaky sigh. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my... what the fuck was that what the actual fuck? He's—"
Yeahhhh... Chamile had by then definitely made up her mind not to seek out "intel" or pester anyone anymore. For a while, atleast.
Chamile streamlined down the hallway, target set on finding Shade to, well, pester.
Shade... shadow master.. master of shadow... blah blah blah, originality is dead to these people. Is Shade even his real name? Eh, who cares I have to find him and get this over with ASAP
Hold on, is that Morro?
*Morro seemed strangely content to sit on the floor. In fact, at that moment, it seemed like the most comfortable place he could possibly sit at the moment.*
*He had abandoned the idea of going to get a snack. After all, he could always grab one later. After a while of just staring straight ahead, his mind wandering, he heard someone approach.*
Who's tha...?
No...no...no...nononononononononono-
*How. How was he here. How was he alive??*
H-How...you can't...you're..
*Morro suddenly felt all too aware of his own pulse, which had quickened, feeling like it was trying to beat it's way out of his chest. Every part of him screamed at him to run, yet his body seemed unwilling to obey.*
Hector approached Morro with a weirdly normal looking smile, not even a smirk or anything uncanny
Honestly, it was an uncanny sight in itself for him to both be alive and also strikingly kind appealing..
"Morro! How've you been?" Again. Such a simple question, with such a horrifyingly uncharacteristic tone, or atleast, what Morro believed to be uncharacteristic of Hector up until that point.
//ooc: rushed Hector a bit cause I GTG rn my bad TvT
*Morro was unable to speak for a moment, when he finally did, he spoke with an uncharacteristically quiet and meek tone.*
H-How are you here...? You're not supposed to be...
//OOC: Its all good ^-^
"Dude... Chill out! What're you being all jittery about? We're all friends here!" Hector chuckled, as if amused.
"I heard about the tournament and you thinking about me, so I decided to do you a favour, what Morro, you don't want to see me?"
Chamile clearly didn't know what Hector's personality was like—damn, anons, couldn't be clear about could you?—so this was all just bullshit improv.
*Morro finally managed to stand, taking a few steps back. By now he was hyperventilating, panic very quickly taking over.*
No...no...I don't want you here...can't you just leave me alone...youre not supposed to be here...you can't be here...this has to be in my head...
*Morro's words were barely audible, erratic mumbling that came as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough.*
Okay. Now Hector had a genuinely confused face in his face because Chamile was confused. What the hell's up with this guy? Weren't they supposed to be close or something?
"Hey, you good man?..." He asked, reaching out a hand towards the other, in the nicest way possible—and so, so terribly unlikely of Hector than Chamile could ever imagine.
No. No. No. No. Don't...Don't touch me...or I'll...I-I'll...
*Morro felt like he couldn't breathe. His eyes were fixed on 'Hector's' outstretched hand as if it held a weapon. Morro would panic and slap the hand away. He would feel the already scarred skin on his face burn once more as tears involuntarily ran down his cheeks. He staggered back a few steps as a horrifying realisation set in. If this wasn't real and was just a trick if his mind, how had he been able to touch him...?*
Oh.
Oh what the fuc—
"Is that.. Is your face BURNING OFF?! oh my—" Chamile was quick to slap her hand over her mouth. Hector's voice was now once again her own, her form flickered, the facade breaking away just as simply just as it had been created.
Now in her own skin and bone, she backed away from the master of wind before her, who stood with a bitter exaggeration of a face.
Morro had been panicking just a second ago, if not irritated for a fleeting moment, and then tears—crying—water—
"What.. huh, I—.. what are you?!"
Its...you...? You! What the fuck- How did you know to turn into him?!
*Morro wiped his eyes, trying to get the tears off of his face the best he could with shaking hands. Even the visual reassurance he wasn't here couldn't stop his hyperventilating or racing pulse. The edibles he'd had definitely weren't helping either.*
"It was—I mean—"
Okay, so maybe she was a bit naive in believing whatever the anons said and going along with it. And mayyybe she was insensitive about the whole meltdown (literally) Morro just had infront of her, because of her, for the sake of amusement.
"Th-That doesn't matter, what the hell just happened with you?! The burning stunt you just pulled?!"
The fuck do you mean "it doesn't matter"?! You shouldn't know about him hes-!
*Morro caught himself, taking a shaky breath.*
...it's none of your buisness what just happened to me.
Oh whatever, all sensitivity and caution was out the window before Chamile could even hesitate.
"None of—you freak! Your face just vaporized infront of me, which by the way gross, and think I wouldn't ask about it? That's not what a normal person does—"
No fucking shit, Sherlock. Way to point out the obvious there. Of course I'm not a normal fucking person.
*Morro winced, gingerly touching at the new open wounds on his face. Luckily they wouldnt impact his appearance as much as the other ones had. At least, he thought they wouldn't.*
"Oh you're—"
Huh?
Well that ought to have shut her up.
Of course I'm not a normal fucking person—the hell was that supposed to mean?
Now that Chamile looked back at him, and really thought about the whole thing, one thing was clear; this master of wind wasn't human. The hollow gaze and burn from contact to water—that wasn't just elemental masters shit, it was completely unnatural.
"What the actual hell are you?"
The question was more a statement, with a tremble of.. fear? ..right, fear. That would explain why Chamile was less expecting an answer and more on the verge of sprinting.
I'm dead.
*Morro would state this bluntly, in a similar manner that one would say the sky is blue or point out any fact that should be blatantly obvious and was a completely normal thing to say.*
He's dead.
He's dead?
"Uhm," Chamile said intelligently. "You're dead. You're.. dead... You're.. dead, dead." She rolled the term around in her head, trying to make sense of it.
At this point even the crickets were getting bored.
Had anyone taken note of the fact that Chamile was still in a fight or flight stance like she'd take off at the slightest sign of disadvantage?
Chamile streamlined down the hallway, target set on finding Shade to, well, pester.
Shade... shadow master.. master of shadow... blah blah blah, originality is dead to these people. Is Shade even his real name? Eh, who cares I have to find him and get this over with ASAP
Hold on, is that Morro?
*Morro seemed strangely content to sit on the floor. In fact, at that moment, it seemed like the most comfortable place he could possibly sit at the moment.*
*He had abandoned the idea of going to get a snack. After all, he could always grab one later. After a while of just staring straight ahead, his mind wandering, he heard someone approach.*
Who's tha...?
No...no...no...nononononononononono-
*How. How was he here. How was he alive??*
H-How...you can't...you're..
*Morro suddenly felt all too aware of his own pulse, which had quickened, feeling like it was trying to beat it's way out of his chest. Every part of him screamed at him to run, yet his body seemed unwilling to obey.*
Hector approached Morro with a weirdly normal looking smile, not even a smirk or anything uncanny
Honestly, it was an uncanny sight in itself for him to both be alive and also strikingly kind appealing..
"Morro! How've you been?" Again. Such a simple question, with such a horrifyingly uncharacteristic tone, or atleast, what Morro believed to be uncharacteristic of Hector up until that point.
//ooc: rushed Hector a bit cause I GTG rn my bad TvT
*Morro was unable to speak for a moment, when he finally did, he spoke with an uncharacteristically quiet and meek tone.*
H-How are you here...? You're not supposed to be...
//OOC: Its all good ^-^
"Dude... Chill out! What're you being all jittery about? We're all friends here!" Hector chuckled, as if amused.
"I heard about the tournament and you thinking about me, so I decided to do you a favour, what Morro, you don't want to see me?"
Chamile clearly didn't know what Hector's personality was like—damn, anons, couldn't be clear about could you?—so this was all just bullshit improv.
*Morro finally managed to stand, taking a few steps back. By now he was hyperventilating, panic very quickly taking over.*
No...no...I don't want you here...can't you just leave me alone...youre not supposed to be here...you can't be here...this has to be in my head...
*Morro's words were barely audible, erratic mumbling that came as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough.*
Okay. Now Hector had a genuinely confused face in his face because Chamile was confused. What the hell's up with this guy? Weren't they supposed to be close or something?
"Hey, you good man?..." He asked, reaching out a hand towards the other, in the nicest way possible—and so, so terribly unlikely of Hector than Chamile could ever imagine.
No. No. No. No. Don't...Don't touch me...or I'll...I-I'll...
*Morro felt like he couldn't breathe. His eyes were fixed on 'Hector's' outstretched hand as if it held a weapon. Morro would panic and slap the hand away. He would feel the already scarred skin on his face burn once more as tears involuntarily ran down his cheeks. He staggered back a few steps as a horrifying realisation set in. If this wasn't real and was just a trick if his mind, how had he been able to touch him...?*
Oh.
Oh what the fuc—
"Is that.. Is your face BURNING OFF?! oh my—" Chamile was quick to slap her hand over her mouth. Hector's voice was now once again her own, her form flickered, the facade breaking away just as simply just as it had been created.
Now in her own skin and bone, she backed away from the master of wind before her, who stood with a bitter exaggeration of a face.
Morro had been panicking just a second ago, if not irritated for a fleeting moment, and then tears—crying—water—
"What.. huh, I—.. what are you?!"
Its...you...? You! What the fuck- How did you know to turn into him?!
*Morro wiped his eyes, trying to get the tears off of his face the best he could with shaking hands. Even the visual reassurance he wasn't here couldn't stop his hyperventilating or racing pulse. The edibles he'd had definitely weren't helping either.*
"It was—I mean—"
Okay, so maybe she was a bit naive in believing whatever the anons said and going along with it. And mayyybe she was insensitive about the whole meltdown (literally) Morro just had infront of her, because of her, for the sake of amusement.
"Th-That doesn't matter, what the hell just happened with you?! The burning stunt you just pulled?!"
The fuck do you mean "it doesn't matter"?! You shouldn't know about him hes-!
*Morro caught himself, taking a shaky breath.*
...it's none of your buisness what just happened to me.
Oh whatever, all sensitivity and caution was out the window before Chamile could even hesitate.
"None of—you freak! Your face just vaporized infront of me, which by the way gross, and think I wouldn't ask about it? That's not what a normal person does—"
No fucking shit, Sherlock. Way to point out the obvious there. Of course I'm not a normal fucking person.
*Morro winced, gingerly touching at the new open wounds on his face. Luckily they wouldnt impact his appearance as much as the other ones had. At least, he thought they wouldn't.*
"Oh you're—"
Huh?
Well that ought to have shut her up.
Of course I'm not a normal fucking person—the hell was that supposed to mean?
Now that Chamile looked back at him, and really thought about the whole thing, one thing was clear; this master of wind wasn't human. The hollow gaze and burn from contact to water—that wasn't just elemental masters shit, it was completely unnatural.
"What the actual hell are you?"
The question was more a statement, with a tremble of.. fear? ..right, fear. That would explain why Chamile was less expecting an answer and more on the verge of sprinting.
Chamile streamlined down the hallway, target set on finding Shade to, well, pester.
Shade... shadow master.. master of shadow... blah blah blah, originality is dead to these people. Is Shade even his real name? Eh, who cares I have to find him and get this over with ASAP
Hold on, is that Morro?
*Morro seemed strangely content to sit on the floor. In fact, at that moment, it seemed like the most comfortable place he could possibly sit at the moment.*
*He had abandoned the idea of going to get a snack. After all, he could always grab one later. After a while of just staring straight ahead, his mind wandering, he heard someone approach.*
Who's tha...?
No...no...no...nononononononononono-
*How. How was he here. How was he alive??*
H-How...you can't...you're..
*Morro suddenly felt all too aware of his own pulse, which had quickened, feeling like it was trying to beat it's way out of his chest. Every part of him screamed at him to run, yet his body seemed unwilling to obey.*
Hector approached Morro with a weirdly normal looking smile, not even a smirk or anything uncanny
Honestly, it was an uncanny sight in itself for him to both be alive and also strikingly kind appealing..
"Morro! How've you been?" Again. Such a simple question, with such a horrifyingly uncharacteristic tone, or atleast, what Morro believed to be uncharacteristic of Hector up until that point.
//ooc: rushed Hector a bit cause I GTG rn my bad TvT
*Morro was unable to speak for a moment, when he finally did, he spoke with an uncharacteristically quiet and meek tone.*
H-How are you here...? You're not supposed to be...
//OOC: Its all good ^-^
"Dude... Chill out! What're you being all jittery about? We're all friends here!" Hector chuckled, as if amused.
"I heard about the tournament and you thinking about me, so I decided to do you a favour, what Morro, you don't want to see me?"
Chamile clearly didn't know what Hector's personality was like—damn, anons, couldn't be clear about could you?—so this was all just bullshit improv.
*Morro finally managed to stand, taking a few steps back. By now he was hyperventilating, panic very quickly taking over.*
No...no...I don't want you here...can't you just leave me alone...youre not supposed to be here...you can't be here...this has to be in my head...
*Morro's words were barely audible, erratic mumbling that came as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough.*
Okay. Now Hector had a genuinely confused face in his face because Chamile was confused. What the hell's up with this guy? Weren't they supposed to be close or something?
"Hey, you good man?..." He asked, reaching out a hand towards the other, in the nicest way possible—and so, so terribly unlikely of Hector than Chamile could ever imagine.
No. No. No. No. Don't...Don't touch me...or I'll...I-I'll...
*Morro felt like he couldn't breathe. His eyes were fixed on 'Hector's' outstretched hand as if it held a weapon. Morro would panic and slap the hand away. He would feel the already scarred skin on his face burn once more as tears involuntarily ran down his cheeks. He staggered back a few steps as a horrifying realisation set in. If this wasn't real and was just a trick if his mind, how had he been able to touch him...?*
Oh.
Oh what the fuc—
"Is that.. Is your face BURNING OFF?! oh my—" Chamile was quick to slap her hand over her mouth. Hector's voice was now once again her own, her form flickered, the facade breaking away just as simply just as it had been created.
Now in her own skin and bone, she backed away from the master of wind before her, who stood with a bitter exaggeration of a face.
Morro had been panicking just a second ago, if not irritated for a fleeting moment, and then tears—crying—water—
"What.. huh, I—.. what are you?!"
Its...you...? You! What the fuck- How did you know to turn into him?!
*Morro wiped his eyes, trying to get the tears off of his face the best he could with shaking hands. Even the visual reassurance he wasn't here couldn't stop his hyperventilating or racing pulse. The edibles he'd had definitely weren't helping either.*
"It was—I mean—"
Okay, so maybe she was a bit naive in believing whatever the anons said and going along with it. And mayyybe she was insensitive about the whole meltdown (literally) Morro just had infront of her, because of her, for the sake of amusement.
"Th-That doesn't matter, what the hell just happened with you?! The burning stunt you just pulled?!"
The fuck do you mean "it doesn't matter"?! You shouldn't know about him hes-!
*Morro caught himself, taking a shaky breath.*
...it's none of your buisness what just happened to me.
Oh whatever, all sensitivity and caution was out the window before Chamile could even hesitate.
"None of—you freak! Your face just vaporized infront of me, which by the way gross, and think I wouldn't ask about it? That's not what a normal person does—"
First you trick the most bullied person in the world and then you emotionally torture his cousin for what? Tripping you up? when you tried to run after tricking a person close to them. You are just cruel.
I wasn't tricking him, I was getting intel. Two very seperate things. How else was i supposed to know what he was hiding?
And as for Morro, I simply thought the Hector guy was an acquaintance. No clue why he had a meltdown about it.
Chamile streamlined down the hallway, target set on finding Shade to, well, pester.
Shade... shadow master.. master of shadow... blah blah blah, originality is dead to these people. Is Shade even his real name? Eh, who cares I have to find him and get this over with ASAP
Hold on, is that Morro?
*Morro seemed strangely content to sit on the floor. In fact, at that moment, it seemed like the most comfortable place he could possibly sit at the moment.*
*He had abandoned the idea of going to get a snack. After all, he could always grab one later. After a while of just staring straight ahead, his mind wandering, he heard someone approach.*
Who's tha...?
No...no...no...nononononononononono-
*How. How was he here. How was he alive??*
H-How...you can't...you're..
*Morro suddenly felt all too aware of his own pulse, which had quickened, feeling like it was trying to beat it's way out of his chest. Every part of him screamed at him to run, yet his body seemed unwilling to obey.*
Hector approached Morro with a weirdly normal looking smile, not even a smirk or anything uncanny
Honestly, it was an uncanny sight in itself for him to both be alive and also strikingly kind appealing..
"Morro! How've you been?" Again. Such a simple question, with such a horrifyingly uncharacteristic tone, or atleast, what Morro believed to be uncharacteristic of Hector up until that point.
//ooc: rushed Hector a bit cause I GTG rn my bad TvT
*Morro was unable to speak for a moment, when he finally did, he spoke with an uncharacteristically quiet and meek tone.*
H-How are you here...? You're not supposed to be...
//OOC: Its all good ^-^
"Dude... Chill out! What're you being all jittery about? We're all friends here!" Hector chuckled, as if amused.
"I heard about the tournament and you thinking about me, so I decided to do you a favour, what Morro, you don't want to see me?"
Chamile clearly didn't know what Hector's personality was like—damn, anons, couldn't be clear about could you?—so this was all just bullshit improv.
*Morro finally managed to stand, taking a few steps back. By now he was hyperventilating, panic very quickly taking over.*
No...no...I don't want you here...can't you just leave me alone...youre not supposed to be here...you can't be here...this has to be in my head...
*Morro's words were barely audible, erratic mumbling that came as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough.*
Okay. Now Hector had a genuinely confused face in his face because Chamile was confused. What the hell's up with this guy? Weren't they supposed to be close or something?
"Hey, you good man?..." He asked, reaching out a hand towards the other, in the nicest way possible—and so, so terribly unlikely of Hector than Chamile could ever imagine.
No. No. No. No. Don't...Don't touch me...or I'll...I-I'll...
*Morro felt like he couldn't breathe. His eyes were fixed on 'Hector's' outstretched hand as if it held a weapon. Morro would panic and slap the hand away. He would feel the already scarred skin on his face burn once more as tears involuntarily ran down his cheeks. He staggered back a few steps as a horrifying realisation set in. If this wasn't real and was just a trick if his mind, how had he been able to touch him...?*
Oh.
Oh what the fuc—
"Is that.. Is your face BURNING OFF?! oh my—" Chamile was quick to slap her hand over her mouth. Hector's voice was now once again her own, her form flickered, the facade breaking away just as simply just as it had been created.
Now in her own skin and bone, she backed away from the master of wind before her, who stood with a bitter exaggeration of a face.
Morro had been panicking just a second ago, if not irritated for a fleeting moment, and then tears—crying—water—
"What.. huh, I—.. what are you?!"
Its...you...? You! What the fuck- How did you know to turn into him?!
*Morro wiped his eyes, trying to get the tears off of his face the best he could with shaking hands. Even the visual reassurance he wasn't here couldn't stop his hyperventilating or racing pulse. The edibles he'd had definitely weren't helping either.*
"It was—I mean—"
Okay, so maybe she was a bit naive in believing whatever the anons said and going along with it. And mayyybe she was insensitive about the whole meltdown (literally) Morro just had infront of her, because of her, for the sake of amusement.
"Th-That doesn't matter, what the hell just happened with you?! The burning stunt you just pulled?!"
