Freak of Nature (Semi-Lit)

[darling lady]

A careful pinch of ground up silver was added to a tube, and once swirled sparkles the blue liquid into a beautiful sight. A pippete was placed inside the tube, and three drops of the substance was added into a second larger vial, which already held quite a mixture. If Nevidora was right, this was the last step

One drop... Two drops... Suddenly there was an explosion. A yellowed powder, smelling of rotten eggs and sulfur, filled the caravan's room. Coughing, the Alchemist opened the window, letting out a steady stream of yellow smoke. Still, it was terrible to smell. So Nevidora grabbed a few supplies, including two books, a quill, a pot of ink and a bag full of some clinking materials. She got out of her cabin, the open door letting out more sulfuric smoke. Wrinkling her nose, she left towards a patch of trees with her cluster of things.

Sitting by a tree, she did not pay attention to her surroundings. She set down everything, and opened the larger of the two books. It was filled with scribbles of notes. She opened the ink pot and dipped the quill, loving the feel. It was much better than those modern pens, and she always wrote like this.

She made a few notes, before closing up the ink pot with its cork once more. The second book she did not touch, but she always carried it around. Instead she opened the bag, expertly picking out a necklace. Holding it in her palm, she expelled the poison of the experiment. Only once done, as she was so caught up in her own world, did she hear it.

Nevidora heard whining, coming from just the other side of the tree... Turning around slowly, she peered around and saw a large demon like dog. She blinked, surprised, but held any noise back because it appeared like it was sleeping. Slowly, Nevidora got up and gathered her things, hoping she did not wake whatever strange thing this was.

Nakusha could see it. It was happening. A hundred different emotions would pass through him, and he would choose one or two and build a reaction around them. There were many possibilities, but most of them were quite negative. Nakusha was ready; she was ready for whatever he might throw at her. Be it harsh words or handfuls of dirt. She was ready to have her excuse demanded, ready to be banished from his sight for forevermore. She was ready.

The dragon-boy eyed her warily. She noted absentmindedly that his jar was different. She would have to inquire of those later, as now would be terrible timing. Jem crawled cautiously towards her and stood up. "Meine Liebe!" He shouted, and she wondered if it was a curse. But it was followed quickly by " My love!"

Wait, what?

Next thing she knew Jem ha her in a suffocating embrace, crying a bit as he held her. Nakusha thought she had been ready, but this was unexpected. This had not been in her imagination. Once she got over her surprise, her wooden stiffness faded, and she melted into the warm and comforting hug, wrapping her pencil arms around Jem. She didn't want to let go again. "It's nice to see you," She said timidly. "I missed you. I'm sorry..."

[Falls]

[Okey dokey, time to catch up here...
DarlingLady, that yellow is not particularly legible. Thought you ought to know.
Dmlp, your intro post rocks and I really enjoyed reading the bit about Blake and Sheila. Idk why, but I just really liked it and figured I'd tell you.
HW, I forgot to tell you that I think Lilith looks really cool. Now you know.
Symphony, your awesome is showing again. Put it away.
Hmmmm, I think that's all for now...]

Ringmaster did not see Daniel right away when he poked his head out of the wagon. Unsure whether to search for the man or leave well enough alone, he continued his visual scan of the camp until a faint presence in the back of his mind became apparent to him. That would be the mutt, he noted mentally, uncaring of whether Roslynn picked up on that thought or not. He hadn't seen her for a while and she made good company (and by "company" he meant, "someone to bug"). So, he stepped out of the wagon despite his lack of a shirt and he followed the pull of the link.

Roslynn's sour mood was nearly as tangible as the taste of a fresh lemon to Ringmaster. It threatened descend on his own mind like a shadow, but he was able to work around it a bit since it was so obvious it was there. "Roslynn! Hey... hey Roslynn..." He began to prod at her as soon as he was in ear shot as well as lightly and repeatedly tugging at their link as one would tug at a leash. His fingers lifted to scratch at the skin of his shoulder when he began to feel itchy, his face wrinkling into a grimace. "Eww, are those fleas? Do you have fleas again?? Ooh, ach, get them off!" He gave a shiver of disgust as the feel of the tiny creatures was translated to him before he shoved a mental block between their sensory inputs. "Blegh! You need a bath!"


Jem gasped shakily in an effort to take deep breaths to keep some level of calm. His face was buried as much as a face can bury itself in a bony shoulder such as Nakusha's and his hold around her torso was tight. He never wanted to let her go again! Yes, he had a few insecurities and uncertainties about seeing Nakusha again. For all he knew, she could have found someone else to love by now. But right now he was desperate for the comfort that he'd been lacking all these months alone. Nakusha was the only one he knew who could deliver such comfort, ironically enough.

He felt Nakusha relax into the hug and return it gently, though he wasn't ready to ease up on the squeezing yet. One green hand had moved to the back of her head where his fingers rememorized the feel of her hair in the usual bun while the other held her in place while he sucked as much as he could out of the hug. Finally, he let go somewhat abruptly and set her down nervously, his hands resting on her shoulders and his silver gaze trained on her face. "Where... Why... You--" He had so many questions he had trouble picking one and they all sort of tumbled out all at once.

[Veins Of Opal]

(Sure!)

Lilith yawned softly. She was beginning to grow tired. But, she didn't want to go back to her wagon. It was too datk there. Nor did she want to sleep outside. She had seen a pretty scary eight-legged creature earlier that kept her from sleeping outside. Her tired mind not thinking of any other choices, she headed over to Dyus's wagon. Lilith knocked on the door lightly then waited.

Dyus was laying on his cot, fast asleep, whenever he heard a knock upon his door. His eyes opened, gravitating towards his door. Who would be wishing to speak with him? He got to his feet, moving quickly to the door to respond to whomever it was. He wrapped his long, clawed fingers around the door knob, twisting it and pulling it open. His fiery irises fell upon Lilith, and he gave a sharp-toothed smile. "Greetings," he spoke to her, giving a friendly nod. "Need something?"

Javik's two sets of amber eyes gravitated to the short, frightened male, curling his lip in distaste at this behaviour. "Have you no strength? Being so fearful will only be a disservice to you," he spoke in a strong voice, shaking his head with a huff. He moved his hand off of the energy pistol at his hip, folding his arms. "I have no reason to do you harm. Calm yourself," the Prothean spoke with a sigh, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "I am going to go about this Caravan. Keep in mind to hold your head up, and don't be afraid." Javik added last in a commanding tone, giving a curt nod to Seo before turning on his heel, and walking towards the Caravan, his eyes flickering around to see if there were more odd humans, here.

He then heard an explosion, his hand darting to his pistol and gripping it in case he needed to use it, his eyes flashing to the source of the explosion. It was one of the cabins, which had yellow smoke flooding from its windows, and it reeked of sulfur. He scowled, removing his hand from his pistol and observing as a girl opened the door and stepped out with supplies, walking off towards the trees, sitting at the base of one. Javik's attention was drawn to her as she set out her supplies, and began making notes in a large book. And then, the human stood after gathering her supplies, and began making her way back. The Prothean knew not of what she was doing, and he found his curiosity pulling at his mind. So, he began walking in the direction of the long haired girl.

{{Psh, what awesomeness?
I'm going to start some... drama, and indecision... Mwahaha....}}

Daniel wasn't in a very good mood, and he wasn't quite sure why. He walked outside, alone, quite a ways away from the Caravan, walking farther down the road. He just felt like he needed to get away, to get some air. He felt somewhat tired of living with the circus, honestly... And these feelings bothered him. He wanted to be with Ringmaster, very much so, but he wanted to, well, settle down. Find a place to stay, for good. Not to continue traveling, letting people "ooh" and "aah" over him being different. He was weary of it. And he was scared of breaching such a subject to Ringmaster. Tonight, by how frantic the man was acting, showed just how much he loved the show.

Daniel loved Ringmaster, but he was honestly beginning to despise the show.

And he just didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say, either. This dilemma felt as if it was tearing at him with sharp teeth and vicious claws. He turned, looking back at the Caravan, and thought...

He could walk away. Right now, he could leave. And the worst part was...
Part of him wanted to.

The other part wanted Ringmaster, no matter what. Daniel just wanted to scream and hit something because of all of the turmoil in his mind. He didn't want to walk back to the Caravan, so he just moved to the side of the dirt road, and lay down in the grass. Hearing something approach, he sat up, only to see it was Delilah. He lay back down without saying anything, and Delilah gave a small whimper as she curl up beside him, resting her head on her paws. And Daniel lay there, his blue and golden eyes staring to the stars dotting the blackened sky, mulling over the hardest decision he'd ever come across in his life.

[dmlp]

((Thanks lol, and everything is typed on phone))

Roslynn unfortunately hadn't found the sleep she so desperately longed for, however when she heard someone sit on the other side of the tree she made no show of being aware. Not even the smell of sulfur that lingered around the unknown person had no affect of the bear sized hellhound as it was quite a familiar scent to her from her natural rhelm. However, when she heard that god forsaken voice and felt the tug on her link, Roslynn groaned aloud and flicked her annoyed gaze to her master. Then he mentioned the fleas and her wariness turned to canine panic at the mention of bath. Tucking her tail, the pregnant hellhound pushed up into her paws and tried to slink away, How about no? she whined in his head. Suddenly an unknown scent came to her and she froze, standing rigged as her red gaze lifted to look across the way to see something for from human. Her tail lifted high, fur bristling enough that the fur growing down her neck and back stood like a short Mohawk of sorts. Impulsively she stood protectively close to Ringmaster and let out a deep warning growl at the stranger, an angry pregnant hellhoubd wasn't the most pleasant welcoming committee exactly.

[Veins Of Opal]

{{What stranger is she seeing? I'm confused. Dx }}

[dmlp]

((Your charry, sym, as he is approaching the same girl that was near Roslyn, am I correct?))

[Veins Of Opal]

{{Ah, yes, you are correct.}}

Javik's attention was momentarily taken from the odd human girl as he heard a growl of warning, and his amber eyes flicked towards a winged hound with a swollen stomach, protecting a man and baring her teeth at him. He frowned, shaking his head. He simply took a step away from them, glancing to the girl as she continued on her way with her supplies, then back to the odd hound. Now, his curiosity was torn in two. He knew it would not be wise to investigate a pregnant, hormonal hound, so perhaps the safest route would be to follow his initial curiosity. But, he was quite confident the hound wouldn't pose a threat to him, seeing as he was clad in his armour, as well as being armed. However, the Prothean kept his hand off of his pistol, just to show the hound he meant no danger, as he tried to decide which of his curiosities to satisfy, first.

[Fork]

Javik's two sets of amber eyes gravitated to the short, frightened male, curling his lip in distaste at this behaviour. "Have you no strength? Being so fearful will only be a disservice to you," he spoke in a strong voice, shaking his head with a huff. He moved his hand off of the energy pistol at his hip, folding his arms. "I have no reason to do you harm. Calm yourself," the Prothean spoke with a sigh, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "I am going to go about this Caravan. Keep in mind to hold your head up, and don't be afraid." Javik added last in a commanding tone, giving a curt nod to Seo before turning on his heel, and walking towards the Caravan, his eyes flickering around to see if there were more odd humans, here.

He then heard an explosion, his hand darting to his pistol and gripping it in case he needed to use it, his eyes flashing to the source of the explosion. It was one of the cabins, which had yellow smoke flooding from its windows, and it reeked of sulfur. He scowled, removing his hand from his pistol and observing as a girl opened the door and stepped out with supplies, walking off towards the trees, sitting at the base of one. Javik's attention was drawn to her as she set out her supplies, and began making notes in a large book. And then, the human stood after gathering her supplies, and began making her way back. The Prothean knew not of what she was doing, and he found his curiosity pulling at his mind. So, he began walking in the direction of the long haired girl.

Seo nodded. "Y-yes sir!" He said and puffed out his chest. He was then left standing alone as the prothean walked off. He looked around, and slowly started walking to the caravan, his eyes looking at the ground. He got a few feet away from the caravan before taking a deep breath. "I-its okay Seo, d-don't be afraid" He mumbled to himself. And then Slowly walked to the door of the caravan and knocked lightly, it made barely any noise.

[Falls]

[NUUUUUUUUU DANIEL COME BACK TO THE DARKSIDE AND EAT SOME FREAKING COOKIES]

[Man, I'm lost. Idk which "definitely not human creature" we're growling at now...
Edit: Okay, slightly less confused now.]

Ringmaster sensed Roslynn's panic and laughed aloud as he placed his hands over his slender hips. Does this mean I have to lure you to the bath with a treat? he teased in her head. Roslynn noticed the alien before Ringmaster did, her fur bristling and her lips lifting to bare her teeth. Her reaction made his heart jolt in slight panic and he reached for her. His hand slipped into the fur on her bristling neck for a feeling of security as he turned and looked up to find a blue man standing before them. Well, "man" was a bit too generous. The only thing man-ish about this thing was its humanoid body structure. "Martian?" he inquired out loud. "Lab experiment? Mutant? You know, I really don't know. I'm having a bit of trouble guessing your origins." His hand lifted from Roslynn's fur as he spoke, for this thing did not seem hostile. After all, the odd pistol in its belt had not yet been drawn. With a mental grumble at Rosylnn's overreaction, he flicked her ear as punishment. Eh, he couldn't be bothered to bop her on the head just now.

[Falls]

Well crap. Poor Symphony's character is torn.

Symphony, you're welcome to ditch RM and George seeing how you're Bassy's only RP partner.