A. } [ Giving him one of these things was, quite honestly, a mistake. As we've discussed before, technology? Not his strong suite. Futuristic technology? Kill him. Regardless, these things are aggravating, and if he could just get rid of a few near his apartment maybe he could spend the day cooped up in relative peace. Relative being the term here.
Unfortunately, his aim is not very good, and that annoying winged creature decides to dodge his pathetic shoddy throw and it instead smacks directly into...someone else. As if his abrupt horror at this turn of events is not enough, the other person promptly disappears. Andrew is left frozen, staring in gnawing dread as he realizes oh, he's fucked up. He Has Fucked Up. He chokes as he frantically picks up the thing, running his shaky fingers over it until he actually hits what he thinks is the release button. The bright light admittedly blinds him for a second, hands rubbing at his face to try and ease the sting, but he manages to speak. ]
I-I'm sorry, are you alright--?!
B. } [ On the other hand, maybe your aim is the bad one. Or maybe you did it on purpose, out of knowledge or morbid curiosity. Either way, he doesn't really have time to react before he gets bonked in the head.
Congratulations, you now have a very tall church boy at your disposal. He looks nervous, like he doesn't really know what to say or how to approach, the bat ears suddenly situated on his head idly twitching. When he opens his mouth, there's the glint of very sharp teeth. ]
...Is there anything you need me to do?
▶ COLOUR OUT OF SPACE.
[ Sometimes, curiosity does get the better of him. Crowds make him nervous, anxious, tight in the chest, but at least once the sun starts to go down it's not...as bad? After a month, he won't lie and say he hasn't become a bit more relaxed with the atmosphere despite the idle nervousness it still instills in him. There's something about the way the native population seems to smile at and treat him so pleasantly that feels....
Nice. Strange, unfamiliar, but a bit nice.
Surely, nothing could go wrong if he checks something like this out...? It's not like he gets many opportunities to go places like this, so it couldn't hurt. He hasn't really mustered the courage to walk into the more heavy throng yet, but he is loitering around the edges, looking much like a child who got taken to his first amusement park. Perhaps he does stop at your booth, looking at whatever is there with the utmost fascination, especially if it's something that isn't the norm-- he, uh, doesn't get out much. He might not even know what it is. Feel free to educate him.
If it's anything a little indecent, though, he might not react very well. God is watching. ]
▶ WILDCARD
[ Andrew is mainly lurking out after sundown due to his medical condition, but he is slowly exploring places...slowly. If you have any ideas in mind, feel free to let me know! You can PM me or contact me at illdoc. ]
Andrew Kress | Identity V | Iris
▶ GOTTA CATCH'EM ALL.
A. } [ Giving him one of these things was, quite honestly, a mistake. As we've discussed before, technology? Not his strong suite. Futuristic technology? Kill him. Regardless, these things are aggravating, and if he could just get rid of a few near his apartment maybe he could spend the day cooped up in relative peace. Relative being the term here.
Unfortunately, his aim is not very good, and that annoying winged creature decides to dodge his pathetic shoddy throw and it instead smacks directly into...someone else. As if his abrupt horror at this turn of events is not enough, the other person promptly disappears. Andrew is left frozen, staring in gnawing dread as he realizes oh, he's fucked up. He Has Fucked Up. He chokes as he frantically picks up the thing, running his shaky fingers over it until he actually hits what he thinks is the release button. The bright light admittedly blinds him for a second, hands rubbing at his face to try and ease the sting, but he manages to speak. ]
I-I'm sorry, are you alright--?!
B. } [ On the other hand, maybe your aim is the bad one. Or maybe you did it on purpose, out of knowledge or morbid curiosity. Either way, he doesn't really have time to react before he gets bonked in the head.
Congratulations, you now have a very tall church boy at your disposal. He looks nervous, like he doesn't really know what to say or how to approach, the bat ears suddenly situated on his head idly twitching. When he opens his mouth, there's the glint of very sharp teeth. ]
...Is there anything you need me to do?
▶ COLOUR OUT OF SPACE.
[ Sometimes, curiosity does get the better of him. Crowds make him nervous, anxious, tight in the chest, but at least once the sun starts to go down it's not...as bad? After a month, he won't lie and say he hasn't become a bit more relaxed with the atmosphere despite the idle nervousness it still instills in him. There's something about the way the native population seems to smile at and treat him so pleasantly that feels....
Nice. Strange, unfamiliar, but a bit nice.
Surely, nothing could go wrong if he checks something like this out...? It's not like he gets many opportunities to go places like this, so it couldn't hurt. He hasn't really mustered the courage to walk into the more heavy throng yet, but he is loitering around the edges, looking much like a child who got taken to his first amusement park. Perhaps he does stop at your booth, looking at whatever is there with the utmost fascination, especially if it's something that isn't the norm-- he, uh, doesn't get out much. He might not even know what it is. Feel free to educate him.
If it's anything a little indecent, though, he might not react very well. God is watching. ]
▶ WILDCARD
[ Andrew is mainly lurking out after sundown due to his medical condition, but he is slowly exploring places...slowly. If you have any ideas in mind, feel free to let me know! You can PM me or contact me at
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