scorchedghost

[scorchedghost]

Ghost would nod his head subtly; eyes darting about every few moments, as if he was suspicious of their surroundings. Even then, he was wary of the time he'd spent in one place.

"Castor and Pholomena. Poisonous blood and literal decay of all that he touches, under certain conditions. As for Pholomena, so long as even the smallest hint of her DNA exists somewhere, she can't die. For Saiyans, that's a cheap way of growing stronger after surviving near-death. White hair and green hair."

Almost spewing the knowledge to Rex, his nonchalant tone was still kept; never wavering, even in the most tense situations. Even the look in his eyes, when met with Rex's, was that of a man with nothing to fear or feel within. What was it that Ghost even wanted, then? If he was treading the lines of destruction and peace, what compelled him?

"I'll manage. I have my own reasons to stay, but I won't be hurting anyone that doesn't deserve it. I've made that much clear to them, already."

Turning away, Ghost knew that anymore time would certainly raise suspicion; giving a dismissive wave to Rex, before taking to the skies. If the stage was set, then the Scorched Saiyan saw fit to take his leave.

"No bargain. No appeal. Just an overlapping portion of our separate goals. If you met him, you'd learn that his goals are broad enough to draw others in, where there's mutual interest..."

Ghost's eyes, for once, shifted elsewhere; lowering to the ground for a moment, as if in isolated thought. In that time, though, he'd listened to what Rex said about who he could mention this all to. He hadn't seen much of Rex's full power, but the Scorched Saiyan knew that he was no slouch. If that person was a Saiyan, then Pholomena would certainly love to meet them.

"They can get as intense as they want. I won't take it personally. Not like I can really feel anything, other than warmth."

It was an honest response, but the idea that, unabated, Rex's friends could get excessively violent and Ghost wouldn't feel a broken bone or something along the lines? It was... Haunting.

"If you need names, or details, this is the only chance I'm giving you to ask. If I'm here too long, they'll get suspicious. One of them wouldn't care so much, but the one I warned you about? He'd make the warning pointless, and just move on his own, now."

[scorchedghost]

Go on anon and pretend to be a journalist. Ask my muse the hard-hitting questions. Make them squirm. Make them admit things they don’t want to.

[scorchedghost]

"No bargain. No appeal. Just an overlapping portion of our separate goals. If you met him, you'd learn that his goals are broad enough to draw others in, where there's mutual interest..."

Ghost's eyes, for once, shifted elsewhere; lowering to the ground for a moment, as if in isolated thought. In that time, though, he'd listened to what Rex said about who he could mention this all to. He hadn't seen much of Rex's full power, but the Scorched Saiyan knew that he was no slouch. If that person was a Saiyan, then Pholomena would certainly love to meet them.

"They can get as intense as they want. I won't take it personally. Not like I can really feel anything, other than warmth."

It was an honest response, but the idea that, unabated, Rex's friends could get excessively violent and Ghost wouldn't feel a broken bone or something along the lines? It was... Haunting.

"If you need names, or details, this is the only chance I'm giving you to ask. If I'm here too long, they'll get suspicious. One of them wouldn't care so much, but the one I warned you about? He'd make the warning pointless, and just move on his own, now."

"Given that one of my associates cares only for his own cause? Damage is guaranteed."

His own vagueness gave no sort of alibi for his intentions, and he was aware of that; though his expression carried an almost unnoticeable sense of... Fatigue. Hesitation. Rex knew personally, however, that Ghost was capable of setting ivory towers ablaze with relative ease.

"You don't get it, do you? What I'm after, in this, is different from what they're after. Even with what you've seen from me, I'm not here to hurt everyone. If I wanted things reduced to ash, I'd have done it by now. Getting others involved is the best chance you and these people have of survival."

And yet... His tone was still so deadpan. His expression was just as neutral. He wasn't without his reasons. Even with Rex slouching and on his feet, he didn't take a step back.

"I don't want one of them to take away everything from people who don't deserve what's coming. Just tell any strong people you know, that something's coming."

[scorchedghost]

"Given that one of my associates cares only for his own cause? Damage is guaranteed."

His own vagueness gave no sort of alibi for his intentions, and he was aware of that; though his expression carried an almost unnoticeable sense of... Fatigue. Hesitation. Rex knew personally, however, that Ghost was capable of setting ivory towers ablaze with relative ease.

"You don't get it, do you? What I'm after, in this, is different from what they're after. Even with what you've seen from me, I'm not here to hurt everyone. If I wanted things reduced to ash, I'd have done it by now. Getting others involved is the best chance you and these people have of survival."

And yet... His tone was still so deadpan. His expression was just as neutral. He wasn't without his reasons. Even with Rex slouching and on his feet, he didn't take a step back.

"I don't want one of them to take away everything from people who don't deserve what's coming. Just tell any strong people you know, that something's coming."

Obvious fatigue granted Rex the grace of not having Ghost think that he was judging him like everyone else. Though, the two had some familiarity, to where such a thing was no longer an issue.

The flyer, first, caused Ghost to tilt his head; comprehending what the entire ordeal was about. He gathered enough information to understand it, but... He still found it odd. Earth folk were certainly an interesting lot.

The second, however, earned an audible "Huh?" from the Scorched Saiyan; the prior telltale item making more sense, at least to him, and causing less confusion. Certainly, Ghost understood what he was being shown, but... Being a crash test dummy for cash seemed unusual, even to him.

"Yeah... About that..." Ghost didn't usually avoid talking about something, so his forwardness was likely to come off as nonchalant yet again.

"After our last outing, a few associates and I have been preparing for something. It won't be pretty, but I'll try to keep damage to a minimum, if it can be helped." Still, though, he'd keep it vague; not wanting to start a fight at the given moment. Rex was tolerable enough to not seek conflict with.

[scorchedghost]

Obvious fatigue granted Rex the grace of not having Ghost think that he was judging him like everyone else. Though, the two had some familiarity, to where such a thing was no longer an issue.

The flyer, first, caused Ghost to tilt his head; comprehending what the entire ordeal was about. He gathered enough information to understand it, but... He still found it odd. Earth folk were certainly an interesting lot.

The second, however, earned an audible "Huh?" from the Scorched Saiyan; the prior telltale item making more sense, at least to him, and causing less confusion. Certainly, Ghost understood what he was being shown, but... Being a crash test dummy for cash seemed unusual, even to him.

"Yeah... About that..." Ghost didn't usually avoid talking about something, so his forwardness was likely to come off as nonchalant yet again.

"After our last outing, a few associates and I have been preparing for something. It won't be pretty, but I'll try to keep damage to a minimum, if it can be helped." Still, though, he'd keep it vague; not wanting to start a fight at the given moment. Rex was tolerable enough to not seek conflict with.

As if fate was playing a strange game of chance, the stumbling man's antics would be seen by a familiar individual. Approaching rather casually, Ghost couldn't help but crouch just a bit and slightly tilt his head. Neutral as always, when it came to his attitude, his following inquiry would likely come off as careless, though... Rex was likely used to that.

"Not how I expected us to meet again. Mind telling me how exactly you pulled this one off?"

[scorchedghost]

As if fate was playing a strange game of chance, the stumbling man's antics would be seen by a familiar individual. Approaching rather casually, Ghost couldn't help but crouch just a bit and slightly tilt his head. Neutral as always, when it came to his attitude, his following inquiry would likely come off as careless, though... Rex was likely used to that.

"Not how I expected us to meet again. Mind telling me how exactly you pulled this one off?"

Before even making it to the front door of his apartment, Rex proceeded to stumble backwards, trip down the stoop, and land face-first on the sidewalk.

"Oooorrrgh..."

Work kicked his ass today.

[scorchedghost]

'★' Tater

Hundreds, even thousands of sets of eyes have stared at the Scorched Saiyan; passing silent judgment, over his appearance and presence. And yet, among them all...

This girl with rabbit ears seemed to show compassion. While he wasn't quite capable of feeling anything, his time around her has brought such a thing into question. Physically, the numbness never changed. Within, however, there was a constant warmth when Tater was around; a smile seemingly always on his face, too, as he caught it in whatever reflections he could find.

He hopes that she won't despise him for what his intentions are, and what he believes in, but maybe... Maybe she could change his outlook on things.

[scorchedghost]

Send me a '★' and I will tell you how my character feels about yours.

[scorchedghost]

"Huh, wonder how that Rex guy's doing? Felt like he and I were starting to understand each other a little."

[scorchedghost]

reflective prompts.

sometimes your muse reflects on some things about themselves, your muse, or another muse. on things that are new, things that are old, and things that just haven’t changed, even with everything they’ve been through together. darker & spicier prompts towards the bottom! CW: swearing, mentions of drinking & smoking weed. feel free to edit pronouns/descriptors as needed, & play around with context ♡

❝ you look … different.  … happier.  like there’s a lot more pep in your step. ❞ ❝ you still have this air of … sadness about you. ❞ ❝ you don’t need to try so hard to be good … deep in my heart i know that you already are. ❞ ❝ … i still have this burning desire deep inside to … to fuck over everyone, everything, that has wronged me. ❞ ❝ everyone makes mistakes, even you. ❞ ❝ i still have no idea what i’m capable of, even after all of this … ❞ ❝ i still feel like such a cruel son of a bitch … like a murderer, even … ❞ ❝ you’re still such a leader … in so many ways. ❞ ❝ my family would be so ashamed of the person i’ve become … ❞ ❝ i finally think i’ve learned how to show a bit of mercy. ❞ ❝ you know, going around following strangers is gonna get you screwed one of these days.  haven’t you learned anything from the past? ❞ ❝ he’s/she’s/they’ve really mellowed you out.  it’s nice to see you taking on this kind of change. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you’re still so sensitive here. ❞ ❝ dammit, i hate that i’m still sensitive there … i thought i grew out of that … ❞ ❝ i loved when he/she/they touched me … but i guess i won’t be feeling that anymore … ❞ ❝ i think getting married to him/her/them helped him/her/them see the world a little differently.  like things aren’t so bad. ❞ ❝ your bladder’s still small as ever, huh? ❞ ❝ … whoah … you look incredible in that suit and tie/tuxedo/dress/gown/other specified article(s) of clothing … ❞ ❝ he/she/they still look(s) like he’s/she’s/they’re gonna piss his/her/their pants. ❞ ❝ haha, [name] … still hiding from everyone/everything, huh? ❞ ❝ you’ve come out of your shell so much.  … i can’t help but feel kinda proud of you. ❞ ❝ you/he/she/they doesn’t/don’t seem like the kind of person who would do something like that. ❞ ❝ i feel like i’m drowning in your eyes … ❞ ❝ no, keep singing for me, please … you’re quite good. ❞ ❝ look at you, begging for attention like this … so cute … ❞ ❝ … being lied to has never broken my heart this much. ❞ ❝ … do i love him/her/them?  not even i know … ❞ ❝ … you’ve never cried like this before … are you okay? ❞ ❝ i wonder how you got this scar … ❞ ❝ who knew you could be so shy? ❞ ❝ still the same shy person as always, huh? ❞ ❝ i never knew that you/he/she/they could be so adorable. ❞ ❝ i haven’t actually spoken to him/her/them for quite a while … i have this sense that he’s/she’s/they’re still so wounded and bruised. ❞ ❝ you do not seem like the kind of person who’d be afraid of something like that. ❞ ❝ he/she/they look(s) like he/she/they just got bit by a snake, died, ascended to heaven, descended to hell, and ascended back up to the overworld. ❞ ❝ so, you finally learned how to use my weapon. ❞ ❝ … have you … have you ever kissed anyone under the stars before?  … just like this? ❞ ❝ i never took you for much of a swearer.  it’s an interesting change. ❞ ❝ … i’ve never really been much of a swearer.  i guess it just comes with the changing times, right? ❞ ❝ … can i ask how you lost your arm/leg/finger(s)/toe(s)/other extremity? ❞ ❝ … it’s an old gunshot/stab/etc wound … i didn’t think it’d still be visible after all this time … ❞ ❝ heh … glad to see that he/she/they didn’t kill you after all. ❞ ❝ … you killed him/her/them, didn’t you …? ❞ ❝ …. he/she/they … killed [muse name] …? ❞ ❝ … no way … you fucking kissed him/her/them! ❞ ❝ … no, you did not sleep with him/her/them … ❞ ❝ you never seemed like the type to like drinking. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you smoked weed … gimme a hit. ❞ ❝ fuck … i haven’t felt this kind of ecstasy in ages … ❞ ❝ man, you’re high as a kite … ❞ ❝ hang on, you’re drunk.  i’ll help you. ❞ ❝ oho, now just where did that hickey come from? ❞ ❝ … you look kinda sexy in your underwear. ❞ ❝ damn, you’re real hot when you’re naked, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you were into dressing so sexy like this. ❞ ❝ who knew you’d like it when i touched you like this … ❞ ❝ … i love it when you touch me like this … ❞ ❝ i want to trace all the curves in your body … to touch every part of you that i’ve always wanted to but never got the chance to … ❞ ❝ th-that feels good … right there … ❞ ❝ fuck … your hands feel so good there … ❞ ❝ does that feel good? ❞ ❝ who knew you could get so riled up so easily? ❞ ❝ keep moving that hand down south and you’ll be crossing a border that can’t be uncrossed. ❞

[scorchedghost]

☠ ― 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. (𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒(𝑠).)

💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

❤️ - How did your muse come to realize their romantic and sexual orientations? Was it difficult to accept? Are they proud of who they are?

🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

🛍 - Does your muse like to go shopping? What do they usually shop for? What kind of stores do they frequent?

🍔 - What kind of food does your muse usually eat? Do they have a favorite food, or favorite style of food? Do they have allergies? Are they vegan, vegetarian, etc.?

🍺 - How does your muse feel about the consumption of alcohol? Do they drink? Are they a heavy drinker, or are they on the lighter side? What's your muse's favorite alcoholic drink?

🎩 - What would your muse wear to a formal event? Do they dress more modestly, or do they go all out?

👠 - What kind of shoes does your muse usually wear? What is most comfortable for them in regards to footwear? Can your muse walk in high heels?

🎸 - Can your muse play any instruments? Do they play them often, or rarely? How actually skilled are they at playing them?

🎤 - Can your muse sing well? Do they sing often? If they were to stand up in front of a crowd, would they be able to sing in front of all of those people?

🗺️ - How often does your muse travel? Do they like to travel? Would they prefer to travel alone, or with friends? Where have they been? What was their favorite trip?

😖 - Does your muse have any embarrassing moments that they still think about? Do they laugh at them, or do they haunt them?

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

🍡 - Can your muse cook? Can they bake? How well can they do either? Do they have any kitchen disaster stories?

⚾️ - Does your muse enjoy sports? Do they play any, or do they simply prefer to watch? Do they have a favorite sport?

🤸‍♀️ - How active is your muse? Do they exercise regularly? Do they do things like yoga? What else do they do to keep fit and active? Are they flexible? Can they do parkour?

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

🦵 - Does your muse have any physical ailments? How do they live with them?

🧠 - Does your muse have any mental ailments? How do they live with them?

🎶 - What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?

[scorchedghost]

My muse has taken a 24hr truth serum! Ask the muse anything!

[scorchedghost]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[scorchedghost]

Ghost was the attentive sort; noticing the curious sway of Eavari's tail, despite his apathetic disposition he had at almost all times. He knew what he had was almost commonplace, as far as Ki went, but the flames he produced helped set him apart from others, at the very least.

After he'd completed his demonstration, though, the Scorched Saiyan decided to walk into the flames he brought into the world; still gazing at Eavari, while his hair began to turn white. Perhaps... It was an indicator of his body heating up, and strengthening as he described.

"I wouldn't say but, if you can still do something. I'd still consider it a gift, even if you have to be hurt to use that power. Guess we're a bit alike in that regard."

Muttering the last bit to himself, it was still likely audibly within a hearing range; his unfeeling nature allowing him to continue to stand in his insanely hot flames, without much care for his own wellbeing.

???:​

Upon being told to observe, he’d do just that; the Scorched Saiyan’s eyes widening just a touch, at the sight of… Well… Himself. He’d hardly bothered to look at a reflective surface when offered one, but seeing something that wasn’t his reflection was still reasonably surprising. However, the lack of feeling he was either blessed or cursed with had left him apathetic in expression once again.

Eyes would only seem widen or narrow during both demonstrations, but the air about him wasn’t the same thereafter. If anything, Ghost would’ve likely been impressed or amazed, if he was capable of expressing or feeling those emotions.

“Huh… Guess those weren’t too bad.”

Given the opportunity to demonstrate his own ability, though, left him to stare at his hands for a moment.

“A lot of my kind, and I guess just about anyone, can use energy or Ki. In my case, I’d say it’s more like lava-hot flames. Probably not the most impressive thing ever, but the catch is that the hotter I get, the more powerful my flames are. I’m basically my own fuel.”

And without another word, he’d demonstrate; blue flames bursting from his hand with just a wave of his arm.

Originally posted by demigodxtonio

   Eavari had seen a lot of fire abilities in her time, but the way he    described it was very interesting to her, her tail swayed curiously    as she listened to his explanation.

   When he finally demonstrated his flame ability, she couldn’t help    but find it familiar, mainly because she could also produce blue    flames due the Azathoth being bonded to her. It may have been    something she’s seen before, but it was still interesting.

        ❝ Pretty interesting. So, you use energy to produce            those flames ?? I have a similar ability, but again,            it’s just magic, & I can only use it whenever damage            is done to me. ❞

[scorchedghost]

Upon being told to observe, he'd do just that; the Scorched Saiyan's eyes widening just a touch, at the sight of... Well... Himself. He'd hardly bothered to look at a reflective surface when offered one, but seeing something that wasn't his reflection was still reasonably surprising. However, the lack of feeling he was either blessed or cursed with had left him apathetic in expression once again.

Eyes would only seem widen or narrow during both demonstrations, but the air about him wasn't the same thereafter. If anything, Ghost would've likely been impressed or amazed, if he was capable of expressing or feeling those emotions.

"Huh... Guess those weren't too bad."

Given the opportunity to demonstrate his own ability, though, left him to stare at his hands for a moment.

"A lot of my kind, and I guess just about anyone, can use energy or Ki. In my case, I'd say it's more like lava-hot flames. Probably not the most impressive thing ever, but the catch is that the hotter I get, the more powerful my flames are. I'm basically my own fuel."

And without another word, he'd demonstrate; blue flames bursting from his hand with just a wave of his arm.

???:​

In that regard, the two of them, on appearances and abilities alone, drew attention. Although… Eavari’s appearance wasn’t what seemed to attract the attention of the Scorched Saiyan.

“Magic? Trickster abilities?”

Blinking a few times, as if to try to comprehend things without her help, Ghost would once again step closer; practically standing next to Eavari, at that point.

“I’ve seen someone’s very touch turn people to dust. And someone else’s body be reduced to the same, only to regenerate over and over again. So, I guess anything other than those would be what I’d want to see.”

He’d raise his hand slightly; his gaze shifting to in front of the both of them.

“Would it do you any good if I did the one thing I’m capable of doing? It’s not all that special, unless you consider how different my stuff is, to that of others of my kind.”

         ❝ Yeah. Watch. ❞

   & within moments, she used her “Disguise Self” spell to make herself    look exactly like him, letting that trick sink in before she dispelled it &    she went back to normal. Then using “Invoke Duplicity” to create an    illusionary duplicate of herself right next to her, then dispelling that    after her demonstration is done.

        ❝ I have spells that are more useful for combat, but you            witnessed those already. & sure, might as well see what            you have to offer. ❞

[scorchedghost]

In that regard, the two of them, on appearances and abilities alone, drew attention. Although... Eavari's appearance wasn't what seemed to attract the attention of the Scorched Saiyan.

"Magic? Trickster abilities?"

Blinking a few times, as if to try to comprehend things without her help, Ghost would once again step closer; practically standing next to Eavari, at that point.

"I've seen someone's very touch turn people to dust. And someone else's body be reduced to the same, only to regenerate over and over again. So, I guess anything other than those would be what I'd want to see."

He'd raise his hand slightly; his gaze shifting to in front of the both of them.

"Would it do you any good if I did the one thing I'm capable of doing? It's not all that special, unless you consider how different my stuff is, to that of others of my kind."

???:​

“I’m not bothered by it. Usually it’s look first, and then get upset about how I talk.”

Stepping closer, he somewhat allowed himself to be observed further, while also further inspecting the form of Eavari. Whatever burned Ghost, it left marks that would’ve likely destroyed most, if not all nerves in his body. Even the parts of him that weren’t scorched were… Numb.

When he’d catch sight of her tail, his own would be allowed to peek out from under his attire; the Saiyan’s appendage missing a few patches of fur.

Originally posted by dxkus

“When I see new things, I decide on seeing what else I don’t know, that can be done. Kind of helps keep me from feeling cold too, if I’m completely honest.”

A scorched man… Who preferred to not feel cold. Odd.

   Eavari usually made a point to stay away from beings native to their    own universes, it helped her keep her priorities straight. But she    guessed that her appearance & abilities attracted those who were    curious.

        ❝ I’m just a magic user, I have a variety of Trickster            abilities & some healing… Really depends on what            you wanna see from me. ❞

   She purposefully left what she could do vague, mainly because it’s    hard enough to explain magic to those who don’t exactly use it.

[scorchedghost]

"I'm not bothered by it. Usually it's look first, and then get upset about how I talk."

Stepping closer, he somewhat allowed himself to be observed further, while also further inspecting the form of Eavari. Whatever burned Ghost, it left marks that would've likely destroyed most, if not all nerves in his body. Even the parts of him that weren't scorched were... Numb.

When he'd catch sight of her tail, his own would be allowed to peek out from under his attire; the Saiyan's appendage missing a few patches of fur.

"When I see new things, I decide on seeing what else I don't know, that can be done. Kind of helps keep me from feeling cold too, if I'm completely honest."

A scorched man... Who preferred to not feel cold. Odd.

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Originally posted by kriaano

“Would you prefer if I faked something I wasn’t able to actually feel? I wouldn’t have asked if it didn’t catch my attention.”

That was fine… the Tiefling didn’t have to look at him, if she didn’t want to. Frankly, it was a change of pace from the stares he was used to; given the scorched flesh he possessed. Scars ran deeper than just his surface. If he couldn’t convince her through his words, though… The sight of him drove the truth home.

“Take one good look at me, and tell me if you think I’m even capable of feeling anything. After that, tell me to leave again.”

If she refused, his voice at least gave off the impression that his vocal cords were severely damaged. While he was apathetic and indifferent, his question of what else she could do wasn’t out of spite or disinterest…

   Eavari glances over her shoulder back at the stranger, slit pupils    looking over his scorched form. Hm… Reminded her of Lucien. But    she could tell this person wasn’t a Revenant, it makes her rethink    her approach, though.

        ❝ … My bad. ❞

   She sighs, stretching her arms a bit before fully turning around to    face him, her tail swaying behind her.

        ❝ Well, if you are interested, then why’s that ?? ❞