[open] after a while they always get it

[rorosa]

Date & Time: 12/02 - ANY TIME AT ALL. YOU DECIDE.
Location: rural parts of the outlands; very occasionally the city streets
Characters: Corosa Nyem (rorosa), Rosalyn Cross (redemptio), Aileen Kimbler (seamend), Tier Halibel (sacrificar), Simmaeri (allsongs), ... and anyone else who wants to say hi I guess (though fyi, these are all mostly wrap-up threads; this character will be dropped soon)
Summary: COROSA CONTINUES TO BE A CRANKY SMELLY HOBO. possibly passes some interesting info on before he leaves. possibly gets some new clothes god.
Warnings: N/A

[ ooc: for characters explicitly named above, threads are started below: rosalyn, aileen, halibel, simmaeri ]

[ Corosa's a common sight out in the nicer parts of the outlands; he avoids the hollowed-out cities and anything that looks even slightly urban, but he's right at home in what little countryside there is. It's now been long enough that he's quite familiar with the lands out here, and getting better at hunting game.

You might find him shooting at trees for target practice, or stalking after a ... seven-antlered buck. Or maybe asleep out in the open. Maybe perched on top of a hill to squint suspiciously at the sprawling ruins that he's been so diligently steering clear of for the past month or so. Or maybe just wandering around squinting suspiciously at the world in general, that's a thing he does. ]

Comments

'SALL GOOD ASSUMING THE SAME TBH

[seamend]

[ Aileen lurches upward, water pouring from her mouth as it gapes open. She stares, blinking. It's... Corosa?

Pause. More water coming from her mouth and nose as she clears way for the air necessary to speak. ]

There's no need-- [ Gasp ] To shoot!

[rorosa]

[ Oh sweet merciful heavens, it speaks--

--she speaks. Right. She. Not a... monster... Aileen...? What? This is the sound of Corosa's brain slowly shutting down.

He lowers the gun. Only slightly. Maybe she's been infected, or, or something, maybe it's like being a werewolf, maybe she'll attack now, maybe anything will happen next. Hell if he knows what's going on.

He backs away a little, too. ]

Are-- are you all right?

[seamend]

[ Funny, Aileen hasn't seen this kind of reaction in forty years; a gun pointed at her too; Deja vu.

Okay, okay. Just take it slow, no sudden movements. ] Yes. this is-- obviously quite shocking to see, but please, let me explain.

[ A few feet away from where her head is a scaly tail rises up just enough to touch the air. Oh look Corosa: Fins! ] Are you familiar with mermaids?

[rorosa]

[ Corosa damn near chokes when he sees the tail -- and accompanying fins -- but thankfully for both of them, years of careful training and conditioning keep him from panicking and going trigger-happy.

This is a lot to take in, at once. ]

I... believe I am.

[ Sort of. Not in a friendly manner. ]

[seamend]

[ Bullets aren't flying, that's progress, right?

Aileen moves her tail back out of sight, takes a breath. She's starting to catch the hints, that this might not just be the general reaction to something strange. ]

Then you're familiar with the shape you see me in now. I give you my word, that I am not dangerous. But... you might prefer better proof than that?

[rorosa]

[ Corosa stares at her almost unblinkingly. When he answers, it's out of the corner of his mouth. ]

I might.

[ Look, if she's going to offer it, he's going to take it. Skeptically. Suspiciously. ]