[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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[fuilscales]

[ it backs away a bit, all three (??? one on its forehead??) eyes open wide and staring a little uncertainly at her, but it doesn't move. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ look at that charm point!!! only not, because she's still trying to avoid making any gestures that could be interpreted as aggression and that includes eye contact, but. cute cute cute cute cute cute ]

I really didn't intend to wake you up. Or bother you in general, for that matter.

[fuilscales]

[ it seems, uh. confused, to say the least. ]

... you didn't?

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ startles again and then looks incredibly sheepish. so much for that plan ]

I beg your pardon— no, I didn't. I wasn't sure how awake you were, though, so I thought making some noise might startle you less than if you woke up to me staring silently, or something like that.

[fuilscales]

... um. Well. I'm not used too people coming close to me at all that don't want to hurt me, so...

[ghostfromthemachine]

... ah. That kind of situation...

[ were her eyes that dark of a blue a moment ago...? ]

Mm... well. No harm done, in this case.

[fuilscales]

[ ?? curious ]

Ah-- well-- you are speaking to me, which is far more than most! I'm sorry for being so, um. Nervy.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ waving a hand. nah bro you're fine ]

It's understandable. Also better than being snappy, which is the route I used to take.

May I ask your name?

[fuilscales]

[ definitely more chilled now, intently curious ]

Callum, miss.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ slkdgh gently fluffs up a bit ]

Just Kaiko is fine, Callum. It's nice to meet you.

[fuilscales]

[ perky, head raised ]

You as well, Miss Kaiko!

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ sssssave herrrrr oh nooooo ]

Anyway— I'm sorry, this is probably a little intrusive to ask when we just met, but. Has anyone been giving you problems recently...?

[fuilscales]

[ his head tilts ]

Oh, well, no. There's not many people that come up this way and three ones that do usually avoid me... it's only sometimes that someone nasty comes to find me.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she looks a little relieved— but also thoughtful ]

That's good... still. Would you like a little bit of an advantage when it comes to hiding from those ones?

[fuilscales]

Oh... do you think I need it?

[ghostfromthemachine]

I don't know. But I wanted to offer.

[fuilscales]

Offer what...?

[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. ]