<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Mia 34, 81381 Ygeusa: In the same old rags, but shorter pants now. Ygeusa walked along this beach. Staring at each grain of sand as it passed through his feet. Taking great care not to step on any towels, animals, or toys. Yet he was walking with his head down. Bound to run into someone sooner or later. He then heard the waves, which caught him off guard a bit. He turned and looked to the sea. Glancing at his mechanical parts as if they were a curse now, put on him by himself. He couldn't swim, he'd rust. Besides, he didn't want water in his neuros. <span style='color:seagreen'> I'm no aquabat... </span> He told himself. People seemed to be staring at him as he passed. Not in a good way. They must've thought he looked dirty or something. Though he'd just been polished not long ago. They didn't know that. So, to avoid these dirty looks he went back to walking with his head down. If that's the way they wanted it, he'd keep to himself. His flock of squirrels were off playing, and tackling each other. He had made a couple more, because he didn't have the parts to make anything too drastic back at his.. home. So that brought the number to... One.. Two... Thr.. Four... eleven. Wow. He'd made so many during his travels. Though they only looked mechanically different from the outside, there was a story that each of them reminded him of. He knew exactly what he'd used to make each of them, and how he'd procured all of the parts for them as well. He held them dear, but they just didn't seem to be cheering him up today...<span style='color:seagreen'> Maybe the beach just isn't for me... </span></span></span>
OoC; Eep, hope this isn't considered powerplaying or anything, but I assume that since you hinted your character was in a position to be run into, it'd be okay if Meli ran into him. xD BiC; Maybe the beach just isn't for me... A similar thought ran through the head of an equally out-of-place looking Khell, the wide expanse of her heavily tattooed wings encircling her body protectively, almost fearfully. Beneath those wings, her thin, short frame, furred in a muddy grayish color, shivered against the inevitable coastal winds, despite its thick coverings of loose, dark clothing: a T-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, long pants that dragged in the sand, nondescript shoes. She'd thought it might be a nice place to walk, but she hadn't counted on all these strangers being here, too. Her brow furrowed, and she squinted her eyes against the bright sun as it played off the sand and sea. The wind teasingly lifted her hair, green, gold, and pale lavender dancing in the breeze. I should probably go home now, she mused uncomfortably, the pace of her steps getting slightly quicker. A pause in her thoughts, and then: Yes, I'll go home. The decision spurred her onward, and now she walked as if she had a purpose, however small. It was with a certain strange eagerness that she moved now; away, home, far from these people -- And straight into a complete stranger who happened to be shorter than she (a relatively rare occurance) and wearing a rusted helmet and monocle. She promptly fell onto her rump in shock, a million different excuses flying through her mind but not through her mouth, a million different apologies only making it halfway up her throat. Her blank stare and outward silence belied the activity in her mind, and she simply gaped at the ground in surprise, not even daring to look in the eyes of the other individual. This was Melisande Spinner.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Hehe, no. I was counting on it. Nice post. :) </td></tr></table> <span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Ygeusa was barely balancing, inbetween steps if you will, but either way he had been run into. With a Batman© Comic book-esque force, he fell off to the side with a twist. He had no idea what had happened. So he hopped to his feet, bending down, prone to jump. He looked straight at the arden with sharp eyes. Enough to cut a man down if you looked at him wrong. His squirrels ran by with a hotdog shaped object, right through his feet. With that he stood, and glanced back down at her again. <span style='color:seagreen'> "I'm terribly sorry Mademoiselle." </span> He muttered extending a hand. He couldn't help but look her up and down. After all, she had run into him. She was in a kind of odd shape. Short, but normal wings. Hmm... His only thought for the moment. All he had to do was think. Maybe he was thinking too much. Maybe he needed to go with the flow.. instead of thinking at all. <span style='color:seagreen'> "So, do you have a name?" </span> He asked. Not quite standing upright, but moreso than a moment ago. He stared down at her, for she hadn't yet taken his hand. He looked more over her face now. He almost reached out to touch it. He hadn't seen anyone quite like her before. She was so much closer to his physique than many other 'dragons. By now a squirrel had climbed up his shoulder, and was now staring at her... like a parrot. Instead of squaking though, every once in a while. It would twitch. Green sparks, the whole bit. Just staring, learning. Seeing just what she would do. So both of them awaited her response. </span></span>
OoC; Thanks. :D BiC; The first thought in her head when she saw him (out of the corner of her eye) falling was, Oh, no. Will I have to speak to him now, to apologize? She carefully watched him in her peripheral vision, noting how he bounced back nearly immediately, glaring. He seems okay enough, she decided, preparing to stand and leave as quickly as she could manage. Awkward situations such as this were especially daunting to her, and the strange squirrels that darted past only served to further worry her. I'll just slip away, she reassured herself, brushing her hands off on her pants swiftly and averting her gaze. I'll blend in with the crowd and just escape. He hasn't even noticed me yet, I think -- But then he went and spoke. She felt a blush began to spread from her long ears to the tip of her muzzle, and for once in her life was glad for her dark, muddy fur color, obscuring her skin. Unsure even of what he said, only dimly aware that he'd said something, she murmured a noncommital answer and shrugged, something along the lines of, "Sorry. I'm fine," hoping that whatever he heard was enough of an answer for whatever he'd said. A hand suddenly loomed in front of her. His hand. She shrank from it, shaking her head slightly in what she hoped was a polite dismissal, and stood slowly on her own. "Thanks," she muttered, so softly it was doubtful anyone could hear it, at the same moment he asked what her name was. Blushing again, she said quietly, "Melisande. Meli. Spinner," and tried to ignore the strange, sparking squirrel on his shoulder.
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>He drew his hand back to his side. <span style='color:seagreen'> "Well. You're welcome I s'pose. I wasn't quite looking where I was going. I'm Ygeusa. Geussy if you will." </span> He smiled, because she seemed to be more out of place here than he was. She seemed to have nothing to want to do with him though. So he figured he'd get out of her hair as soon as he could. <span style='color:seagreen'> "Well again, I'm sorry. I know places around here that could get the sand out of your fur a lot easier than you could yourself. If you were interested." </span> Without a response this time, he walked past her. Motioning for his squirrels to follow. With a sigh, he gained again his composure. He was walking the same way he had been before being bumped into. <span style='color:seagreen'> She couldn't even look at me to say two words... </span> He figured her shyness, and slight rudeness was just because he was weird or just ugly. But to comfort himself, he noted that at least the other 'dragons around didn't know of the abominations that he'd created. He could even grasp it then, why people would look at him with those eyes that he always got anyway. </span></span>
"Geussy," she murmured, eyes darting for a glance at his face. How peculiar. Her eyes lingered on his face for a moment, trying to commit his image to memory, filing away little pieces: shape of his muzzle, tilt of his eye, almost quizzical-looking smile. She was always watching out for interesting faces to sketch, practice for tattoos, and it seemed she'd found one in this bizarre little 'dragon. He offered something about getting the sand out of her fur, and, for the first time, she noticed just how much sand there was. She'd need to vacuum herself or something to clean it all off. And she wanted a moment longer to look at his face again, preferrably with a pencil and some clean, white paper at hand. "W- wait," she called timidly, taking a few steps toward the short, retreating back of the 'dragon she'd collided with. "Geussy? Wait. Please." Her voice was barely audible, especially with the clamor of all the other beachgoers around them, but she also walked after him: she would not let such a unique face as his get away. "About the, um, sand..."
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Geussy brightened a bit as she said his name. No one had in such a long time. At least not without the composition of his name being made up of binary. He turned around, taking his time. His green eye darted as well. Though it wasn't notciable. He took in everything, the every movement of every 'dragon around. But his natural eye, looped around every curve of her body. He kept meeting very interesting 'dragons here lately. This one was no different. Those wings, the bone structure, how they were oversized, or how her body was undersized. One way or another her bones must've had extra support from somewhere. So her structure had to have been different somewhere, but he just couldn't see it from where he was standing. <span style='color:seagreen'>"Melisande,"</span> He muttered to himself slowly,<span style='color:seagreen'> "Yes?"</span> He said finally. He now looked into her eyes, again using his natural eye. His big green eye just didn't take in the realism his cornea did. He awaited now, for her to finish her sentence.</span></span>
