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psychoshenanigans2023-11-02 08:12 am
blobular) wrote in psychoshenanigans2023-11-02 08:12 am
Paradisa // So AU
[Well, if it isn't just another normal day in Paradisa. The sun is shining, the ghosts are cleaning, and the Castle's many residents are experiencing any variety of strange losses, transformations, and generally magical shenanigans.
Though it's hard to say whether or not the Castle is responsible for this one, since it's pretty... weird.
It comes slithering in under the door to the kitchen. It's a dark, shiny shape that might have been considered stealthy aside from the fact of it roiling as soon as it has enough mass to do so. Maybe a foot tall at the highest, it starts to slink along the base of the wall, occasionally extending a thin tendril of itself to feel up the side of a counter or look for a way around a series of chair legs.
Alarming? Yes. Probably very unsettling.]
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[It's a catch-all response to everything they've said. He accepts the explanation that's almost an apology, and he'll show them his weird powers.
Or, he'll try to. He swivels the stool around, and then leans a bit, looking for her around the side of the island. She doesn't have to be all the way over there.]
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[Is it an echo, or a response? Hard to tell. They watch his posture for a moment before suddenly straightening up, realizing that he seems to be waiting on them. That's okay, they can move. They can even go at a nice, reasonable speed this time, sludging around the corner of the counter so that they can hop up onto a nearby stool.
They're leaving one empty stool between the both of them. They almost look like a person, now, even if their legs are poorly defined and their feet are sort of half-melting.
It should perhaps be stated, for the record, that Nadia is extremely aware of the risk they're taking here. They're actually pretty smart when they're not consumed by the endless hunger. But they sit very patiently, having accepted said risks when they asked to see anyway.]
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In actuality, he hasn't used his ability all that often. It's hard to do that sort of thing and not get caught. Subtlety is not something he has mastered yet. And every time he'd tried to do something dramatic, it had worked, but then he'd been caught and punished.
So, to have an instance where he is given permission is something he'd never thought would happen (let alone on something entirely new). The anticipation is thrilling. Because, like her, he secretly loves what he can do.
He doesn't need to move his hands, but especially in this instance, it helps him focus. He copies the motion he'd done earlier--opening a closed hand and spreading his fingers wide. This time, as he does so, he tries to grab the neurons in the appendage that looks like an arm and make them move, spread out; he doesn't know exactly what will happen when he makes those synapses fire.]
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Grabbing a fistful of oobleck, on the other hand, is kind of weird. The creature's arm stretches gently, like warm dough, until they give a little gasp of surprise. They tense up, hardening, and try to pull their arm back towards their body.
It doesn't really work. The arm, instead, is largely torn away from the rest of their body at the shoulder, with just a few thick strands of glistening ichor to connect them. They don't seem to be hurt by this, but they do stare rather intently as their arm begins to bristle and turn colors to try and escape the grip of whatever has it from the inside.
It's a lot like they said. Their neurons are easy to manipulate if the form is moving or tense, but once they've been holding still for a while, they become... Slippery, hard to keep hold of. Once they think to relax the extremity, it's like trying to hold on to quickly-melting ice cream.]