A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[princessia]

[ Initially, Elize thinks she might be staring at a stranger, far too distracted by his frightening face paint of a skull. Her approach is more reluctant, but she refuses to draw back, noting the bloodiness on his hand and shoulder. She shouldn't turn her back on someone in need. ]

Uh... um...

[ She doesn't understand whether that noise he made was an acceptance of her help or not. But that tone quickly clues her in. Oh, yeah. They've met before. He wasn't very good at talking. Now he comes with scary face paint. ]

Zhas?

[ Crossing her arms, she attempts to hide her nervousness by putting on an admonishing look. ]

Are you going to let me help you or not?

[ Expecting a proper yes or no. Even if anyone did tell her "no" though, she's still going to attempt to use her healing magic. ]

[theboogieman]

[she's got it. his gaze is as creepy and oblivious as ever. he loses some of his terrifying, hyper-attentive tension now that he's engaging with someone small and familiar to him, but... whether or not it helps much is debatable.

he tilts his head a little. a moment later, he remembers that he has to use his words with this one.]

How.

[it's... not a proper yes or no, but...]

[princessia]

[ He's someone that she recognizes, which does help making her feel less afraid. Mostly she feels awkward speaking to him more than feeling terrified at all. ]

Using my spirit artes. It's what we call magic in my world.

[ She holds her hands out, readying to cast her spell. ]

Just don't move away from me, 'kay?

[theboogieman]

[to his credit, he doesn't dodge back as his nervous and quickly-growing instinct tells him to do... but he does slowly lean backward, looking a little surprised and unsure about this whole thing.

she's going to what? to him? he doesn't know if this is a good idea...]

[princessia]

Um...

[ Watching his movements, she holds back on channeling spirit power. Spirit artes are part of the norm where she's from, but she's beginning to realize that there are people on the fleet who are uncomfortable with it.

She'll just have to try assuring him! ]

It's healing magic. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.