Action for Genessia

[thornmage]

[No he isn't going to use his communicator. He knows where he is.

He knows where he is and this whomps.

He's not even going to make the effort to try and be sneaky, Elias is well aware there's no need to hide here. Quite the opposite, really.

This is in fact, exactly why there's a nearly nine foot tall, wolf skulled, black robed entity miserably slumped on a bench just outside of the bay. If it were at all physically possible for a skull to look like it was moping... That's what would be happening right here, right now.

No. He doesn't wanna get up. Need this bench?

Too bad.]

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[aka_shazam]

[There's a streak of gold and red, then abruptly a muscular man dressed in red and gold - with a white and gold cape - is tripping over the bench. Maybe even falling onto or at least very near to Elias.]

Oh, my gosh! Sorry about that.

[He quickly rights himself and looks embarrassed. Then he takes a second look at the figure and now he's openly staring.]

[thornmage]

[If he fell on him... well it didn't matter, Elias barely moved. There was, however, something approaching an indignant snort of sorts, one socket immediately lighting up to stare back at him. Like a single glowing ember.]

... Other than your balance, can I help you?

[Elias, don't be a brat.]

[aka_shazam]

What are you?

[He immediately realizes that sounds rude but it was already said.]

[thornmage]

[He is now, officially, feeling a level of regret for not putting on the human face.

Just a little. Another soft huff, and he lurches to sit up properly, almost begrudgingly so, like a petulant child]

A mage.

What are you?

[aka_shazam]

A mage? Wait. Isn't that like a wizard?

... Oh, me? I'm... I'm a superhero.

[And he puts fists on hips and strikes a pose.]

[thornmage]

It is not.

[dont you cuss at him like that.]

... How is it different than a normal hero?

[Despite his earlier tone, this is actually a legitimate question!]

[aka_shazam]

Oh, it's more... super?

I guess I mean normal human heroes just don't have super powers.

[thornmage]

So the difference is super powers?

[... Are you ready for the next question]

Then what makes a power more super than others? Are there non-super powers?

[aka_shazam]

I guess so. Like being really smart or good with technology. Although they can still be super just not... magical.

[He's obviously having trouble explaining this.]

[thornmage]

[To be fair, no one but Elias would have these kinds of questions. Most other fairies wouldn't care, and most humans know about super powers.

Elias is a special case]

... Do you attach 'super' to everything you are exceptionally good at?

[He's... he's serious, he's very serious]

Do most people do this?

[aka_shazam]

Well, you can say things are super. Doesn't mean you're a superhero.

Do what?

[So confused.]

[thornmage]

Do most people use the word 'super' in that fashion. I'm curious.

If you were, perhaps, to be fluent in eight languages, would you be super fluent?

Or if one had exceptional skills in cooking, would they then be a super cook?

[aka_shazam]

You could say that. Or you could also say great or awesome.

[blingking]

( Molly walks by once, stops, and then immediately backtracks when his brain registers what he just saw out of the corner of his eye. A quick turn on his heel has him click-clacking himself over to Elias with a curious, bright-eyed expression to contrast the moping skull the other man wears. Or would wear if skulls could? Whatever. )

Well, well, well, aren't you the most interesting thing to come out of the Bay lately. Just arrive?

[thornmage]

[Molly didn't look too wild to Elias but then... Considering what Elias looked like...

He did glance at the horns, his head tilting just faintly as he tried to do the math on just what Molly might be, before answering]

I have been here before.

Unfortunately, it seemed once wasn't enough.

[smallra]

[It's not so unusual for Lotor to go exploring. After all, he has a lot of investigating and experimenting to do!

When he passes Elias, he pauses. Elias is definitely noticeable. It's the height and the wolf skull, mostly. He isn't worried at all, but curious at the sight of another non-human. The cat on his shoulder doesn't seem interested at all and continues to nap as Lotor approaches.]

What species are you?

[No need for pleasantries! Best to get to the point in the Galra way. At least he didn't ask for name and rank (yet).]

[thornmage]

[Well, that's a cat for you. He'd be surprised if it was any different, the cats at home sure didn't usually care too much about Elias, an alien cat was still a cat!

And a child was still a child, the fairy lifting his head to stare for a moment. Don't worry, not out of insult. He's... trying to choose his words carefully.

For once.

Because history has proven that if you say the wrong thing... a child will either scream...

Or grab your big stupid skull face.

There is no in between. It's also hard to give his usual bullshit evasive answer with that particular question fuck]

....

[and he can't lie either]

... A fairy.

[decisiveconquest]

(He makes quite the sight! Daenerys is about to pass by him, a hatchling dragon on her shoulder. She gently calms the baby by putting a hand on their back, coming to a pause, one eyebrow arching curiously.)

Good day, ser.