WEEK ONE: meet and greet the meat

[theparasite]

Date & Time: 6/3 -> 6/9
Location: various.
Characters: various, the Nightcap.
Summary: it's very important to make lots of friends right away, to lay down roots.
Warnings: violence. lots. lots of violence.






The norm was to wind up in a big party, wasn't it? Some dull-eyed doorman with a few insultingly sparse words – as if welcome or you're here for a reason would've made a difference. As if someone would be a lot more keen to the idea of being abducted from whatever-they-were-doing in wherever-they-were-doing-it because someone had the courtesy to say hello.

What would a big party and a welcome have done to have altered the Nightcap's stay in Exsilium? What would have changed?






The body count, maybe.




[enclosed is WEEK ONE of the Nightcap; those interested in an encounter or a finding this or the upcoming weeks should poke this post!]

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6/8: potshot [NO. 96]

[theparasite]

Fresh, open air (still so damp, so...so thick with vapor) and clouds parting just enough to give the sun a chance to peer down and glare at the city below.

Bright, bright and large...very large here.

The Nightcap clicked its tongue against its teeth, fidgeting its grip atop the girl's head. Daylight was hardly a deterrent to activity, but it was irritating. Its heels clicked atop the roof as it wandered toward the side still casting long shadows from its taller neighbor. The flutter of bird wings caught its attention, slowed its pace, and led it to turn and watch, lips twisting, pouting, and splitting into thoughtless grins in an unpredictable flow of change. It was just too fun to not play with such a face, truly, though it was regrettable to find Regina's vision dimming and dimming as the time went on by.

It's the light, too, ah...too bright. Hurts your pretty, pretty eyes. Pretty awful eyes.

[blackmist]

He flew a little higher than a majority of the buildings, so he could be granted a better view of what was happening below. It was easier for him to memorize locations that way. There wasn't much to do beside train or stick around in his assigned living quarters. The latter meant frustration with Astral and potentially dealing with the far more annoying human, and he wasn't in the mood. He felt... strange, oddly warm.

Outside was much cooler, though. Plus, hey, scouting the area and finding new places to hang around wasn't difficult. And it's not like he would get worn out.

He noticed the weirdo on the rooftop, but doesn't pay them much heed other than that. Encouraging a human to have a conversation with him just wasn't appealing. Ughhh.

[theparasite]

Oh.


Oh, oh. Oh oh oh oh oh...

Like a dog sighting a squirrel, the Nightcap quickly shook out of its lazy daze and focused on the shape drifting through the air. So unnatural – impossible to ignore!

It craned Regina's neck and turned slowly, staring well after it had passed overhead.

Unnatural. Odd. It...floats without wings. And parts of it glistened.

Without any further thought, the Nightcap swung an arm, hurling a single, lengthy needle right at it with a hefty force.

[blackmist]

Whoa! That certainly didn't happen every day. He was quick to react, shifting and transforming part of his body into something far more fluid to dodge her needle. It was a hasty response, he knew it'll take him a moment before regaining his original shape, but it was necessary. No one likes being impaled, especially not him.

Nightcap has his full attention now. He found it intriguing, a human resulting so quickly to violence. What else would it do...?

"That's a poor way to say hello!"

Avoid conflict? No way! He might feel weird and hot, but he wasn't a coward. With part of his body already transformed, he thought he had a bit of an advantage. Shifting his mass and extending an extra appendage was a lot easier this way. Could the human dodge it? He wanted to find that out with this strike.

[theparasite]

"Yauch–!"

The outcry was topped with a giddy laugh, hands clapping loudly, yet mutely against tattered cloth. It waved, as though those few seconds prior never happened at all.

"Greetings, brother!" it called. "A trick! A fine trick! Disgusting display! You shouuuhhh–!!"

It squealed, twirling out of reach of the fresh limb. At each rotation, it stamped a fresh needle down the length that passed it by, a sing-song note at each impact.