[testdrive!!!]

[fuilscales]

1. You're wandering some woodsy mountain areas alone and maybe you get lost or hurt or some such. Next thing you know, you're set up in a little camp with a fire going, it's dark, it's pretty damn cold, and there's a guy definitely not dressed for the weather in just a long, loose tunic and trousers, with long black hair tied back in a low ponytail. I mean, that's probably because you're wearing his winter cloak as a blanket, but.



2. MAN WOULDN'T IT BE COOL TO SEE A DRAGON. They're pretty rare nowadays, but hey, look, there's one sleepily sunning itself on a pile of rocks like a big dumb lizard. It's pretty, if a bit small at maybe the side of a draft horse, all sleek black scales with some iridescence when the light hits it just so, its nearly opaque webbed wings spread out to soak up the warmth. Those're some sharp teeth and claws though, huh.


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3. ???? hit me baby

P.S. IF YOU CAN DETECT MAGIC OR MEDICAL STUFF OR SOME SHIT lemme know in comments

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[ghostfromthemachine]

Something to help keep you hidden.

[ sorry she's completely incapable of not being cryptic...

starting to pat herself down like she's checking her pockets for something ]

[fuilscales]

Oh... you don't need to give me anything. We're strangers, after all.

[ still leaning his head forward, curiously ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Most of the people I give gifts like this to are technically strangers. I don't mind.

[ making a triumphant noise under her breath as she finds the right pocket in her coat and pulls out a brushpen and a strip of wide white ribbon ]

[fuilscales]

[ ...??? ]

What is this...?

[ghostfromthemachine]

Just ribbon, at the moment. But it'll be a blessing of a sort when I'm done.

[ uncapping the pen with her teeth, grinning ]

[fuilscales]

[ watching uncertainly, but quiet and attentive ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she hesitates a moment before setting pen to fabric— she tends to work on instinct and doesn't often do physical charms, so feeling around for the right way to go about what she wants takes a moment.

...the standard "protection from evil" is probably a good enough container for her intent, though, and so she scribbles that out before shaking the ribbon out to make the ink dry faster. Callum might notice her hair fluffing up and an odd, heavy feeling in the air as she does so, something like the staticky feeling before a particularly intense thunderstorm. ]

If you wear this, you won't be seen as "living." I don't recommend doing so around anyone you don't want to scare, but if someone is looking for you and you hold still, it'll be much harder for them to notice you.

[fuilscales]

I... oh. That sounds very useful.

[ he sounds just a little doubtful, but what does he know about magic. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she heard that dubiousness, buddy

casting him an amused side-eye before chirping— ]

It can be. Mm— this will be a little noisy, though. My apologies.

[ —and then letting an arc of electricity lick up from her feet and crawl over her body to crackle out at the end of ribbon. ]

[fuilscales]

[ jumps a bit, drawing his head back and receding a couple of steps too.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Sorry, sorry. That was just me; the ribbon should be fine.

[fuilscales]

What... did you do?

[ghostfromthemachine]

I put some of my power into it. "Playing dead" was an old trick of mine.

[ this is a lie. the lightshow part of that was literally just to show off. ]

[fuilscales]

I... oh. Um. Okay?? Thank you...

[ he still seems incredibly unsure but. Trusting this anyway. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

You're welcome.

[ holding it out for him ]

Do you want me to tie it so you only have to slip it on, or can you manage?

[fuilscales]

I can probably...

[ he reaches for the ribbon with one clawed hand.

Then abruptly tanks away with a pained hiss as if sparks against hoa scales, writes wide with alarm. Protection from evil indeed. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Ah—

[ excuse her? she did not authorize that???

yanks the ribbon in the opposite direction, hesitates for a bare half-second, and then crumples it. no. ]

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean— are you all right?

[fuilscales]

[ PROTIP DON'T WRITE TAGS WHILE ACTIVELY FALLING ASLEEP, JEEZY LOOK AT THOSE TYPOS

he just looks pretty startled and a little worried, curling up tighter, catlike, his tail around his legs. ]

Oh-- oh, I thought-- you said it would help...?

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ hey it's still better than the time I accidentally copies the (Reply to this) (Thread from start) etc into a tag and didn't catch it until the next day ]

It was supposed to. I think— I don't usually write these out. I must have chosen the wrong words to use for you.

[ she's not stupid, after all. ]

[fuilscales]

Oh-- well... please, don't worry about it. I've gotten this far without something like that, so you don't need to waste your time.

[ taking human form after a long moment of thought-- or almost human, anyway, his third eye hidden by his long hair, much of which hangs in his face, and his pointed ears. No other dragony bits to be seen. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ...oh. oh no. oh no, he's cute? so not only did she accidentally sting a nice boy, she accidentally stung a nice cute boy, wonderful, today is fired. shaking her head ]

I don't consider it a waste of time— rather, I'm genuinely more unhappy that I've apparently wasted yours.

[fuilscales]

Oh... truly, it isn't as if I've any time to waste. Please don't worry.

[ghostfromthemachine]

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...I'm afraid worrying is one of the things I do best, though...

[fuilscales]

That seems terribly stressful.

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[ghostfromthemachine]

[ yOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO CALL HER OUT ON THAT?! ]