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genessia2016-10-22 05:17 pm
om_nom_namur) wrote in genessia2016-10-22 05:17 pm
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[video][OTA]
[Namur's face and skin are usually notable, seeing as how he's a vibrant blue and looks like a shark. But today, it's like he got hit with the weird stick a few more times. His skin is still blue, but now when it catches the light a certain way, it looks like crystallized ocean waves rolling over his body. Geology enthusiasts might quickly recognize the distinctive patterns of larimar. It quickly fades, the more he comes out of his involuntary transformation.]
A'ight y'all, pop quiz time!
Whatcha call a rock with bigass claws an' totally rad dragon wings?
Winner gets... uh. A thing. With their name on. Sure, we'll go with that.
A'ight y'all, pop quiz time!
Whatcha call a rock with bigass claws an' totally rad dragon wings?
Winner gets... uh. A thing. With their name on. Sure, we'll go with that.
Re: [Video]
[Dumb smile that reality's sure to sour]
"All right, I'll be right over.'
[Where 'here' is wasn't totally specified, but that won't stop Ted from jumping to conclusions, and he clops over to Namur's apartment, blissfully unaware of the odd looks he's getting. For a while. Eventually one of the sprites makes his own strangeness so obvious that Ted retreats to one of Nova City's alleyways, panicking. He really needed a way to cover up. The only solution he could think of was the three-star uniform, in all its thready awfulness, so for decency's sake, it'd have to do. What he looks like then is still Ted, from the waist-up. Everything else is wrapped in darkest black in the silhouette of a horse. What a stud! He really wants to get in through the window, but there's the issue of fitting. Thankfully Namur somehow got into his own door frame, so he would too. Nova City also accommodates its fair share of freaks, so the landlady doesn't give him too much guff, buzzing Namur that he's got a visitor. All hinging upon that Namur is still there.]
[Video]
.... Intrestin'. Gettin' kinda literal there, eh? Sheheheheh! Hang on, lemme move shit so y' can get through.
[He quickly slides the table and chairs further back into the kitchen, clearing the way so Ted can make it into the living room, where even though there's not a lot of room, there's at least enough to accommodate both of them.]
A'ight, c'mon in.
Re: [Video]
[It's not something he wants to talk about. But his unbridled tongue can't help itself.]
Won't you elaborate? [He just knows it's going to be something about being an ass.]
"You know, as ugly as gargoyles ought to be, you don't look half bad with your own paints, sneezed or otherwise."
[Action]
Right? Pretty bitchin' ain't it? Guess when I got cursed t' be a thing a the land, the sea tried t' hang on an' got trapped with me. Anyway, y' ready for this? Spent a long time on it, gettin' it perfect for y'.
[Namur grabs a sketchbook off the table and opens it to a certain page, but he holds it against his chest so Ted can't see it. He's also grabbing his communicator, so he can film this moment and remember it for forever.]
Re: [Action]
[Oh crap! At the mere thought of being filmed with the suit, his will reflexively sinks his lower body into the void. Now Ted is a perfectly normal torso, though it appears he's been bisected. His horse half is now sealed off, out of sight and out of mind. There goes most of that life-fiber smell. What's left is a man whose upper body is all he's got, like a beggar who's had the misfortune of being cut in half, yet somehow remains alive.]
"All right, ready now."
[Action]
[He sets up the shot anyway.]
A'ight man, close yer eyes.
Re: [Action]
"Eheh, 'tis the season." [He'll do one better and put his hands over his eyes like it's hide-and-go-seek. He'll have to figure out how to travel with them later; but hey, at least now he kinda looks like a blown apart zombie, so it's still Halloween-y!]
[Action]
3-2-1 go!
[As everyone who isn't Ted might have expected, it is indeed an incredibly risque drawing. A human girl on hands and knees in some barely there lingerie, her face and torso turned so that her exaggerated and carefully detailed butt and boobs are the most prominent parts of the image.
Well.
Other than the graffiti text rendering of TED♥, drawn like a colorful tattoo across the woman's bust.]
Re: [Action]
[He looks for a moment, has a shock, then drops the sketchbook face-down. A couple more seconds pass with a groan.]
"Namur..."
[Ted's beginning to think Namur's apartment is where dreams go to die; like he has some perverse pleasure in crushing Ted's hopes, even the small ones. He really was very interested in Namur's artistic talent; that it existed at all was a pleasant surprise all its own, not to mention his willingness to do it with stonier and, presumably more rigid hands. And he gets pornography. At least it was...restrained? Nothing too obscene. He hardly wants to think why a fishman drew a human girl.]
[And yet, to the bitter end Ted wants to believe the best in people.]
"...why did you draw that?"
[Action]
[He picks up the book and rubs the bottom of his jaw thoughtfully.]
Nose too small? Or is it y' like rounder faces?
Re: [Action]
[That gave him pause. According to Namur, he had insights into his emotions possibly better than Ted himself. And he attributed them to...offended aesthetic preference? What?]
"I like modesty, chastity, and decency." [He'd leave one out that Namur, somehow, meant that in the piece. But he won't hold his breath. Is there any salvaging this?
...maybe. His emotions perk up.]
"Hold on, I need to check something." [The ultimate rudeness: checking your phone. He's looking for the weather reports, annnnd...]
"Aha! I can think of better art yet. Are you free on the 29th?"
[Action]
Hmm...
[Namur frowns, flipping the page over.]
Well 's a good thing I didja 'nother'n jus' in case.
[He turns it around for Ted to see: this time, it's lettering only. Ornate, brilliantly colored lettering vaguely reminiscent of the clothes Ted wears, with glittered accents.]
Could be. What's goin' on the 29th?
Re: [Action]
[Ted's eyes turned bright with renewed hope to see that. It was beautiful on its own, but the contrast to the previous smut made it shine like light against dark. His hands reached for the page as if assuring himself it was real, then ripped it out.]
"Yes, very good! I like that much better. Thank you Namur, I'll treasure it.
Your condition ought to hold at least a week, shouldn't it? I hope so. Unless it greatly inconveniences you, of course--doesn't seem to be.
Oh, let's keep it a surprise! Only spare half an hour or so, in the evening. That's all I ask. You'll come, won't you?"
[Action]
Sure, why not? But hell if I know how long it'll last. First time I been through this kinda shit here. Attleton was differnt, aye? An' other places... Well. Was all real but it weren't, at the same time. So I'unno. First time I been turned int' somethin' I ain't an' had t' jus' wait it out. Ever had this kinda thing happen 'fore I got here?
Re: [Action]
"Mm, once everyone was flipped to the age they weren't. Old became young, and vice-versa." [He's slipping on gauntlets as he chatters. If he has to walk on his hands, might as well keep things sanitary. He's hoping Namur's got the same curiosity as everyone else, i.e. less than him, else he might find some embarassing stuff in those comm logs.]
"It wore off; Genessia likes to jest, and respects jest enough to not let things grow stale. I'm sure you'll be right as rain eventually. Until then, I'll be damned if I don't make the most of it. All right, soon as the sun sets, I'll ring you up a week from now. Don't forget!"
[Action]
[A pause, as he watches Ted putting on the gauntlets.]
Really gonna keep walkin' 'round town with yer guts showin' out like that? Not gonna lie, looks creepy as hell.
Re: [Action]
[No gore; his midsection simply ends with a thin black band as the cutoff point for the rest. Ted's a little bashful of his perdicament anyway.]
"Believe me, hell is far more disturbing. Not to worry; it's a fortunately opportune time to walk about in half. Macabre costume is the way of things, after all, though I confess I wouldn't mind wearing yours. Ah well, no sense in jealousy. I just hope no generous soul wastes his alms on me; suppose I'll have to be too spry to be pitied." [Like an unfortunate gorilla, he clambers to the door on his hands. This was harder than it looked. Luckily, his gloves can exert telekinetic force, demonstrated by a faint blue hand coming out of them to turn the doorknob.]
"My thanks again for the art; I'll see if I can't match it."