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Post by ABYSSINIAN on Jun 11, 2016 7:12:28 GMT
 For the past week, K'shiel's been at the beach, practically on vacation. (Is it a vacation from Spectre? Or maybe he just enjoys sunshine and wasting time.) Mostly, he's been invisible, aetherial, watching people come and go, watching the sun rise and fall, with no one the wiser. He avoids murdering people, but he's stolen all sorts of food from the boardwalk just to taste it. It's sunset now. He's found a strip of private beach, no families or couples anywhere in sight. It's quiet, and the sunset is glorious. K'shiel takes material form, drops a beach towel on the ground like humans do, and sits down on it. He watches the sun dip low over the horizon. OBERON |
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Post by OBERON on Jun 11, 2016 7:33:39 GMT
 | ◀ | Oberon had a nice today out today. Worked out at the gym, talked to a few people, spotted this one dude, and picked up a black coffee from a local coffee shop. So far, it's been decent, he enjoyed it. Plus, some of his fairy pals ended up showing around today to give him information. " A changeling?" he spoke softly wandering close to the boardwalk. His giant physique towering above most as he was seen talking to himself. Or, well that's what it would appear like to the mundane. The pixie's got an interesting reading from him, he wasn't like any of the changeling's they've met, it was faint, but he was still a fae. And they reported this information fastly, he was...Different. Oberon decided to check on the fae as they led him, a shimmering yellow trail they led behind them as they pointed to the person sitting on the beach whispering. He walked closer, hands in his pockets. " Uh, Hello," he said a bit nervously. " Mind if I sit?" he requested, he felt this approach was a bit too weird. Random stranger coming up to another random stranger hoping for conversation. It felt off to him. He looked over at his head which had...Cat ears? Neko much? Something was defiantly off about this boy, the fae knew it too. Some could sense something off about it. He knew he didn't have the friendliest look to him, but hopefully the boy wouldn't be off-put by that, but again. No guarantees. ABYSSINIAN |
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Post by ABYSSINIAN on Jun 13, 2016 6:29:31 GMT
K'shiel stares at Oberon. No one's ever taught him that staring is rude, so he stares away. He recognizes fae when he sees them, but he doesn't recognize Oberon as royalty. He just sees someone with the smell of fairy dust on them. Even if he did have a sense for Titania's bloodline, he wouldn't have cared. "Maybe," he says truthfully, and then turns his head back to watch the sunset. At the very least, K'shiel's not hostile. "Should I mind if you sit?"The sky is brilliant reds and orages, the sun's reflection dapples across the waves. It holds K'shiel's attention, but his tail flicks around quicker than before. He may not be hostile, but he's wary of Oberon. There's a lot of space; he doesn't have to sit here. Straight to the point, K'shiel asks, in an even tone, not rudely, "What do you want?"OBERON |
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Post by OBERON on Jun 19, 2016 3:45:47 GMT
Oberon sat down next to the boy after his answer. "Changeling," he spoke to the boy. "You're different, we can tell," he spoke in a staunch tone. He could tell what the boy was, it was faint, but he could tell. "Are you okay?" he questioned, the boy was off. He didn't look like any fairy he'd seen in his years of living. There was mutation's and fae onlookers watched with curiosity. They were..Interested in the boy in a way. They could tell he was off, genetically.
"You're not like anything i've ever seen, and many can tell," he was being rather blunt in his answers. "Why?" |
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