HOW TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST THE APPARITIONS!!!

THERE ARE NONCREWMATES AMONG US! THEY WILL PICK US OFF ONE BY ONE UNTIL WE ARE ALL DEAD! I AM HERE TO INDETIFY AND ELIMINATE THESE IMPOSTERS!

[umbragreydemonologist]

HELLO! I AM UMBRA GREY, THE SKELD’S DEMONOLOGIST. THERE ARE IMPOSTERS AMONG US! I WILL FIND THEM AND I WILL ELIMINATE THEM BEFORE THEY CAN TAKE ANY MORE LIVES!!!

— Umbra Grey

[umbragreydemonologist]

Hahahahaha Moneywalk yuriiiiii 🤤

[umbragreydemonologist]

hey so what do i do if i uh. i. accidentally get possessed by uh. by . you??????

can spirits like . mimic the living is that possible

”Well, you can’t get possessed by me because I’m alive. I guess if there’s a ghost out there mimicking me then it could be possible…why are you asking anyway? ARE YOU POSSESSED?!?”

— Umbra Grey

[theyumeplanet]

imagine picking a flower and giving it to f/o only for them to just. eat it straight out of your hand

[glowwhale]

@nubwuz

[umbragreydemonologist]

Yeah, Fourteen would do that.

[umbragreydemonologist]

*banana who’s been watching Satur and Umbra for almost a week now.* god can you two just KISS ALREADY!? -Banana

”WHAT!!?”

[umbragreydemonologist]

@saturatedyellow

“DO YOU KNOW THIS PERSON??!”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "N- NO??? WHAT???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*banana who’s been watching Satur and Umbra for almost a week now.* god can you two just KISS ALREADY!? -Banana

”WHAT!!?”

[umbragreydemonologist]

@saturatedyellow

“DO YOU KNOW THIS PERSON??!”

[umbragreydemonologist]

*banana who’s been watching Satur and Umbra for almost a week now.* god can you two just KISS ALREADY!? -Banana

”WHAT!!?”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "You know what? I *feel* nice. I think this chain adds to my character. I feel hip. Like I'm about to strut around the ship with a speaker..." ☆

[ Satur yapped, trying to distract itself from the way they caught Umbra stared them up and down. 'The hell was that for???' They cleared their throat a little. ]

☆ "A what now?... What'cha writing?" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”I’m checking off which apparitions you aren’t.”

*Umbra takes a black light out of their bag and shined it at Satur. They turned off the black light and put it back in their bag.*

“Not an Entity…”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "So how long is this gonna go on for...?" ☆

[ Satur mumbled, figetting with the crucifix around their neck. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey averted eye contact, looking down at the ground.*

”…We can stop if you want.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "N-Nono! Wait! I--..." ☆

[ Satur stammered, before pausing and clearing their throat a little. ]

☆ "I don't mind the tests. I just don't like standing around doing nothing for very long. I like moving. And I can't mMMOOVE!!! Unless there's a test that involves how fast someone can run." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Hmmm…moving…”

*Umbra pulled out a large and thick book out of their bag. It seemed to be fairly old and beaten up.*

“Entity…Ghoul…Keres…Leviathan…Nightmare…Oni…Phantom…Ravager…Revenant…Shadow…Siren… AH HAH! Skinwalker! Alright, take a lap around the Skeld and come back here. I’ll time you and figure out how many miles per hour it is.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "OH MY GOD??? OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!!!" ☆

[ Satur takes off running, promptly bumping into a wall mid-turn, yelling "I'M OKAY!" before taking off again. Their steps faded off into the distance the further they went. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey waits for Satur to finish their lap around the Skeld. After around five or so minutes, Satur loops back around to Electrical. Umbra writes something down on their clipboard.*

“Ok, you’re not a Skinwalker.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "NO LET ME GO AGAIN, I GOT DISTRACTED!! I SAW BLUE AND I GOT NERVOUS!! LET ME RUN AGAIN!!!!" ☆

[ Satur repeatedly bumped Umbra on the arm. ]

☆ "PLLEEAAAAAAAASEEE, FIVE MINUTES IS SUCH A BAD TIME, LET ME TRY AGAIN!!!" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Uhm…alright?”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Hell yeah." ☆

[ They took off again, only to return in the same approximate time - perhaps longer. ]

☆ "... I tripped." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…I already confirmed that you aren’t a Skinwalker, so you don’t need to keep running laps.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Booooriiiing. Whatever, I'm too tired to run again anyways." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra grabs Satur’s face (for like the 2763rd time today) and examine’s the visor once again.*

“Ok, so your eye isn’t red, so you’re not a ghoul…”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Wagh-..." ☆

[ Satur made a weird noise as their face was grabbed again. They were obviously still caught off-gaurd by the contact, but were too tired to do anything about it. ]

☆ "You do realize red eyes could also mean that, like... someone is tired. Or high. Or like they went for a dip and forgot goggles." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

“I’m talking about their irises. The part that has the color.”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "You know what? I *feel* nice. I think this chain adds to my character. I feel hip. Like I'm about to strut around the ship with a speaker..." ☆

[ Satur yapped, trying to distract itself from the way they caught Umbra stared them up and down. 'The hell was that for???' They cleared their throat a little. ]

☆ "A what now?... What'cha writing?" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”I’m checking off which apparitions you aren’t.”

*Umbra takes a black light out of their bag and shined it at Satur. They turned off the black light and put it back in their bag.*

“Not an Entity…”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "So how long is this gonna go on for...?" ☆

[ Satur mumbled, figetting with the crucifix around their neck. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey averted eye contact, looking down at the ground.*

”…We can stop if you want.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "N-Nono! Wait! I--..." ☆

[ Satur stammered, before pausing and clearing their throat a little. ]

☆ "I don't mind the tests. I just don't like standing around doing nothing for very long. I like moving. And I can't mMMOOVE!!! Unless there's a test that involves how fast someone can run." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Hmmm…moving…”

*Umbra pulled out a large and thick book out of their bag. It seemed to be fairly old and beaten up.*

“Entity…Ghoul…Keres…Leviathan…Nightmare…Oni…Phantom…Ravager…Revenant…Shadow…Siren… AH HAH! Skinwalker! Alright, take a lap around the Skeld and come back here. I’ll time you and figure out how many miles per hour it is.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "OH MY GOD??? OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!!!" ☆

[ Satur takes off running, promptly bumping into a wall mid-turn, yelling "I'M OKAY!" before taking off again. Their steps faded off into the distance the further they went. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey waits for Satur to finish their lap around the Skeld. After around five or so minutes, Satur loops back around to Electrical. Umbra writes something down on their clipboard.*

“Ok, you’re not a Skinwalker.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "NO LET ME GO AGAIN, I GOT DISTRACTED!! I SAW BLUE AND I GOT NERVOUS!! LET ME RUN AGAIN!!!!" ☆

[ Satur repeatedly bumped Umbra on the arm. ]

☆ "PLLEEAAAAAAAASEEE, FIVE MINUTES IS SUCH A BAD TIME, LET ME TRY AGAIN!!!" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Uhm…alright?”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Hell yeah." ☆

[ They took off again, only to return in the same approximate time - perhaps longer. ]

☆ "... I tripped." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…I already confirmed that you aren’t a Skinwalker, so you don’t need to keep running laps.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Booooriiiing. Whatever, I'm too tired to run again anyways." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra grabs Satur’s face (for like the 2763rd time today) and examine’s the visor once again.*

“Ok, so your eye isn’t red, so you’re not a ghoul…”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "You know what? I *feel* nice. I think this chain adds to my character. I feel hip. Like I'm about to strut around the ship with a speaker..." ☆

[ Satur yapped, trying to distract itself from the way they caught Umbra stared them up and down. 'The hell was that for???' They cleared their throat a little. ]

☆ "A what now?... What'cha writing?" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”I’m checking off which apparitions you aren’t.”

*Umbra takes a black light out of their bag and shined it at Satur. They turned off the black light and put it back in their bag.*

“Not an Entity…”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "So how long is this gonna go on for...?" ☆

[ Satur mumbled, figetting with the crucifix around their neck. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey averted eye contact, looking down at the ground.*

”…We can stop if you want.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "N-Nono! Wait! I--..." ☆

[ Satur stammered, before pausing and clearing their throat a little. ]

☆ "I don't mind the tests. I just don't like standing around doing nothing for very long. I like moving. And I can't mMMOOVE!!! Unless there's a test that involves how fast someone can run." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Hmmm…moving…”

*Umbra pulled out a large and thick book out of their bag. It seemed to be fairly old and beaten up.*

“Entity…Ghoul…Keres…Leviathan…Nightmare…Oni…Phantom…Ravager…Revenant…Shadow…Siren… AH HAH! Skinwalker! Alright, take a lap around the Skeld and come back here. I’ll time you and figure out how many miles per hour it is.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "OH MY GOD??? OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!!!" ☆

[ Satur takes off running, promptly bumping into a wall mid-turn, yelling "I'M OKAY!" before taking off again. Their steps faded off into the distance the further they went. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey waits for Satur to finish their lap around the Skeld. After around five or so minutes, Satur loops back around to Electrical. Umbra writes something down on their clipboard.*

“Ok, you’re not a Skinwalker.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "NO LET ME GO AGAIN, I GOT DISTRACTED!! I SAW BLUE AND I GOT NERVOUS!! LET ME RUN AGAIN!!!!" ☆

[ Satur repeatedly bumped Umbra on the arm. ]

☆ "PLLEEAAAAAAAASEEE, FIVE MINUTES IS SUCH A BAD TIME, LET ME TRY AGAIN!!!" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Uhm…alright?”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Hell yeah." ☆

[ They took off again, only to return in the same approximate time - perhaps longer. ]

☆ "... I tripped." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…I already confirmed that you aren’t a Skinwalker, so you don’t need to keep running laps.”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "You know what? I *feel* nice. I think this chain adds to my character. I feel hip. Like I'm about to strut around the ship with a speaker..." ☆

[ Satur yapped, trying to distract itself from the way they caught Umbra stared them up and down. 'The hell was that for???' They cleared their throat a little. ]

☆ "A what now?... What'cha writing?" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”I’m checking off which apparitions you aren’t.”

*Umbra takes a black light out of their bag and shined it at Satur. They turned off the black light and put it back in their bag.*

“Not an Entity…”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "So how long is this gonna go on for...?" ☆

[ Satur mumbled, figetting with the crucifix around their neck. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey averted eye contact, looking down at the ground.*

”…We can stop if you want.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "N-Nono! Wait! I--..." ☆

[ Satur stammered, before pausing and clearing their throat a little. ]

☆ "I don't mind the tests. I just don't like standing around doing nothing for very long. I like moving. And I can't mMMOOVE!!! Unless there's a test that involves how fast someone can run." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Hmmm…moving…”

*Umbra pulled out a large and thick book out of their bag. It seemed to be fairly old and beaten up.*

“Entity…Ghoul…Keres…Leviathan…Nightmare…Oni…Phantom…Ravager…Revenant…Shadow…Siren… AH HAH! Skinwalker! Alright, take a lap around the Skeld and come back here. I’ll time you and figure out how many miles per hour it is.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "OH MY GOD??? OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!!!" ☆

[ Satur takes off running, promptly bumping into a wall mid-turn, yelling "I'M OKAY!" before taking off again. Their steps faded off into the distance the further they went. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey waits for Satur to finish their lap around the Skeld. After around five or so minutes, Satur loops back around to Electrical. Umbra writes something down on their clipboard.*

“Ok, you’re not a Skinwalker.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "NO LET ME GO AGAIN, I GOT DISTRACTED!! I SAW BLUE AND I GOT NERVOUS!! LET ME RUN AGAIN!!!!" ☆

[ Satur repeatedly bumped Umbra on the arm. ]

☆ "PLLEEAAAAAAAASEEE, FIVE MINUTES IS SUCH A BAD TIME, LET ME TRY AGAIN!!!" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Uhm…alright?”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "You know what? I *feel* nice. I think this chain adds to my character. I feel hip. Like I'm about to strut around the ship with a speaker..." ☆

[ Satur yapped, trying to distract itself from the way they caught Umbra stared them up and down. 'The hell was that for???' They cleared their throat a little. ]

☆ "A what now?... What'cha writing?" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”I’m checking off which apparitions you aren’t.”

*Umbra takes a black light out of their bag and shined it at Satur. They turned off the black light and put it back in their bag.*

“Not an Entity…”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "So how long is this gonna go on for...?" ☆

[ Satur mumbled, figetting with the crucifix around their neck. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey averted eye contact, looking down at the ground.*

”…We can stop if you want.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "N-Nono! Wait! I--..." ☆

[ Satur stammered, before pausing and clearing their throat a little. ]

☆ "I don't mind the tests. I just don't like standing around doing nothing for very long. I like moving. And I can't mMMOOVE!!! Unless there's a test that involves how fast someone can run." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Hmmm…moving…”

*Umbra pulled out a large and thick book out of their bag. It seemed to be fairly old and beaten up.*

“Entity…Ghoul…Keres…Leviathan…Nightmare…Oni…Phantom…Ravager…Revenant…Shadow…Siren… AH HAH! Skinwalker! Alright, take a lap around the Skeld and come back here. I’ll time you and figure out how many miles per hour it is.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "OH MY GOD??? OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!!!" ☆

[ Satur takes off running, promptly bumping into a wall mid-turn, yelling "I'M OKAY!" before taking off again. Their steps faded off into the distance the further they went. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey waits for Satur to finish their lap around the Skeld. After around five or so minutes, Satur loops back around to Electrical. Umbra writes something down on their clipboard.*

“Ok, you’re not a Skinwalker.”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "You know what? I *feel* nice. I think this chain adds to my character. I feel hip. Like I'm about to strut around the ship with a speaker..." ☆

[ Satur yapped, trying to distract itself from the way they caught Umbra stared them up and down. 'The hell was that for???' They cleared their throat a little. ]

☆ "A what now?... What'cha writing?" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”I’m checking off which apparitions you aren’t.”

*Umbra takes a black light out of their bag and shined it at Satur. They turned off the black light and put it back in their bag.*

“Not an Entity…”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "So how long is this gonna go on for...?" ☆

[ Satur mumbled, figetting with the crucifix around their neck. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey averted eye contact, looking down at the ground.*

”…We can stop if you want.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "N-Nono! Wait! I--..." ☆

[ Satur stammered, before pausing and clearing their throat a little. ]

☆ "I don't mind the tests. I just don't like standing around doing nothing for very long. I like moving. And I can't mMMOOVE!!! Unless there's a test that involves how fast someone can run." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Hmmm…moving…”

*Umbra pulled out a large and thick book out of their bag. It seemed to be fairly old and beaten up.*

“Entity…Ghoul…Keres…Leviathan…Nightmare…Oni…Phantom…Ravager…Revenant…Shadow…Siren… AH HAH! Skinwalker! Alright, take a lap around the Skeld and come back here. I’ll time you and figure out how many miles per hour it is.”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "You know what? I *feel* nice. I think this chain adds to my character. I feel hip. Like I'm about to strut around the ship with a speaker..." ☆

[ Satur yapped, trying to distract itself from the way they caught Umbra stared them up and down. 'The hell was that for???' They cleared their throat a little. ]

☆ "A what now?... What'cha writing?" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”I’m checking off which apparitions you aren’t.”

*Umbra takes a black light out of their bag and shined it at Satur. They turned off the black light and put it back in their bag.*

“Not an Entity…”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "So how long is this gonna go on for...?" ☆

[ Satur mumbled, figetting with the crucifix around their neck. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey averted eye contact, looking down at the ground.*

”…We can stop if you want.”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "You know what? I *feel* nice. I think this chain adds to my character. I feel hip. Like I'm about to strut around the ship with a speaker..." ☆

[ Satur yapped, trying to distract itself from the way they caught Umbra stared them up and down. 'The hell was that for???' They cleared their throat a little. ]

☆ "A what now?... What'cha writing?" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”I’m checking off which apparitions you aren’t.”

*Umbra takes a black light out of their bag and shined it at Satur. They turned off the black light and put it back in their bag.*

“Not an Entity…”

[umbragreydemonologist]

*banana walks in the room umbra greys in looking incredibly bored. * Watcha doing? -banana

”Cataloguing.”

[saturatedyellow]

*Umbra Grey ran up to Satur, grabbed them by both sides of their face head. They stared into his eyes visor.*

“Hmm…”

*They moved their visor closer to Satur’s. After a very uncomfortable prolonged eye contact, Umbra pulled away.*

“Ok…you’re not an Aswang.”

— @umbragreydemonologist

[ Satur, who was fidgeting with some metallic trinket, finched as Umbra ran up and grabbed them. Their hands trembled slightly around the trinket as they were held - and they dropped the object altogether as Umbra examined them closer.]

☆ "A-Ah- Um- Wh-... What??" ☆

[ They squeaked nervously before they were eventually let go, at which they scrambled a few steps backwards as their face was slightly darker than the saturated color it typically was. ]

☆ "... What the hell was that about?!! I- I'm not mad- just-... Whuh??!!"☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

*Umbra Grey removed their hands from Satur’s face. Yet still kept a somewhat close proximity.*

“I needed to make sure you weren’t an Aswang.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "A- An Aswang?? What..." ☆

[Satur paused, crossing their arms and drumming their fingers against themselves.]

☆ "I mean... are we *sure* I'm not one? You should check again." ☆

((Sonion.

[umbragreydemonologist]

”Hmm…good idea!”

*Umbra then proceeded to grab Satur and intensely stare into their visor, mapping out every detail. Their faces were mere inches away.*

“…Yeah, you’re definitely not an Aswang.”

// Capri son

[saturatedyellow]

((BRO DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION IT. SATUR AINT THE ONLY GAY ONE 💔

☆ "(Eep! Oh my lord-...)" ☆

[ Satur stammered anxiously, but showed no signs of restraint. If anything, they froze up apart from their hands that clenched a little against their arms. ]

☆ "Are we sure? L-Like 100% positive? What's an ass-wag anyways, or whatever you called it." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”It’s a shapeshifting creature from the Philippines. If I look into your visor and my reflection is upside down, then you’re an Aswang. Alright, next up…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a thermometer (Those one’s that kinda look like a gun but it’s a thermometer from Covid times) from their backpack. The pointed it at Satur’s forehead and clicked the tigger.*

“Ok, you’re not a Banshee.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "W-Wait. But spoons do that - the whole upside-down reflection thing? Have I been eating cereal with a damn ass-wag??" ☆

[Satur flinched again at the thermometer, this time having to actively refrain itself from recoiling at the sight of the equipment.]

☆ "... What does my temperature have to do with being a Banshee?..." ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”If you’re freezing, then that’s a sign you’re a Banshee. You are not freezing. In fact, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit. Now…I found out how to merge the next two tests…”

*Umbra Grey pulled a small black box from their backpack and handed it to Satur. Within the box was a gold necklace with a cross charm.*

“You need to wear this so I can make sure you’re not a Demon or a Dullahan.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Fever." ☆

[ Satur repeated under their breath, touching their face a little. Once they were handed the small box, they slowly took out the necklace and examined the chain and the charm. ]

☆ "I mean- I'm no demon but I don't really think this is my style..." ☆

[ Regardless they clasped the thin chain around his neck (definitely struggling as he did so. ]

[umbragreydemonologist]

“Just in case. I need to make sure, so wear it.”

[saturatedyellow]

☆ "Okay, okay, fine. I'm wearing it." ☆

[ Satur scoffed, adjusting the necklace around them before presenting themselves to Umbra. ]

☆ "Well???" ☆

[umbragreydemonologist]

”…You look nice.”

*Umbra Grey looked them up and down. They pulled out a clipboard and a pen. They wrote something down.*

“Ok, you’re not a Dybbuk either.”