SS Pathstone Mingle

[heresyandlace]

Who: Crew and visitors of the SS Passive Aggressive Pathstone
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Aboard the ship
When: All February!

[with how good everyone on this ship is at settling differences, getting along, acting rationally, and sharing their things, this month will go by without any ripples.

the audience will be so bored. there isn't ever any drama on this ship. at all. it's great.]

Comments

[heresyandlace]

[Tek had noticed the readouts on the console about a shuttle arriving, but hadn't thought much of it until the lack of a murmur running through the ship about anyone actually boarding. normally, he hears or senses something heralding a visit, but this one goes strangely silent.

so, the dragon eventually leaves his lair to go investigate.

and when he does spot the visitor--looking at something that barely feels like anything, something that he has the odd feeling he maybe shouldn't even be witnessing at all--he pauses in his tracks to only stare.

it's not much of a welcome, but at least it's pretty clear that Mikleo is being seen.]

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo doesn't notice it at first, wandering somewhat aimlessly and taking in the differences between his ship and this one, but when he does notice, it's because he feels it first. It's like barbed wire coiling around his chest, not tightly as he hasn't wandered close enough, but a warning to keep away. He hesitates, backing up a step, and rests one hand on his chest as he seeks out and quickly finds the source.

Again, not a hellion, despite the uncomfortable level of malevolence swirling around the man. It's not dangerous, not yet, but he can't help but feel like there's an alarm bell going off in his head- to run, to hide, to find Sorey and be safe.

He came here invited, to visit a friend, so- he's not backing down. But he tries, as subtly as he can, to keep his distance.]

Hello. I assume you're a member of the ship's crew, here?

I'm guess on how his aura might feel so correct me if it sounds wrong

[heresyandlace]

[the man's eyes tick over him for a long, delayed moment before answering--taking in the little details with an almost reptilian evenness about him. wary, but not worried. the way that focusing on the newcomer's presence is like trying to grasp water has him a little on edge.]

And I assume that you are not?

[because with how many new faces seem to be appearing around here, you never know.]

works for me! he is a squishy water person

[nerdeology]

[He can't help feeling uneasy, with how the man is looking at him. It's not just the malevolence- he feels like he's being sized up, and not in a pleasant way.]

I'm not. Elize invited me to visit a while ago.

[heresyandlace]

[well, he wouldn't be wrong. Tek is always in the process of forming opinions about what he's looking at--whether they are based in reality or not. he knows literally nothing about this being before him, but he's already making guesses and putting together judgments.]

You're Elize's friend? ...I would have guessed Cole.

[nerdeology]

She asked me to come so she could introduce us.

[Very in-tune with spirits, this one is, apparently- he can tell that Mikleo is at least similar to them. That, combined with the malevolence, puts him even more on edge.]

[heresyandlace]

Well... any friend of Elize's is a friend of mine.

[he smiles, but it's a very careful expression, and he holds out a hand.]

You may call me Tek, if you'd like. I captain this ship.

[nerdeology]

[...he does not want to shake your hand

he really, really does not want to shake your hand]

...Mikleo.

[And he hesitantly accepts the offered hand, and he's trying to keep a solid poker face, but he's really not happy about it.]

[heresyandlace]

[a being made up of the energy that he's oozing--death and ancient worldstuff--but at least his skin is dry and cool, like a reptile's. nice and solid like a physical being, though he's technically more of a font of elemental energy than anything else.

and he's looking at the stranger before him like he can read his skin.]

I have a feeling you'll fit right in here. So, make yourself at home.

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo isn't sure he likes the sensation- it's reassuringly natural while at the same time terrifying to be touching what ought to definitely be a hellion by now, and somehow is not. And he's not digging the look he gets.

He shakes just long enough to be polite and tries not to let the contact linger more than that. Yep, definitely unsettling.]

Because of Cole, I assume. You know what I am?

[heresyandlace]

[he's just as eager to break the contact, really--tucking his hands into his pockets to make the reclaimed distance between them seem casual.]

I have no idea, honestly. But I would love it if you told me.

[he really would. it's the not-knowing that sets him on a potentially-dangerous edge.]

[nerdeology]

[Please do not make him regret this.]

I'm a seraph. Sound familiar at all?

[heresyandlace]

Not at all, actually.

[even the bits he's learned about Earth religion and mythology hasn't really introduced him to the term. so, at least there's no recognition there, even over the word.]

[nerdeology]

[Worth a try, anyway.]

Some compare us to spirits. I admit there are some similarities, so it's an accurate enough term.

[heresyandlace]

--Which is, admittedly, a concept that I am still becoming acquainted with. Where I'm from, souls tend go where they're supposed to, and stay there.

[it's maybe a little bit of a dig, yeah.]

[nerdeology]

[u wanna go]

I'm not a ghost, I'm not dead. It isn't the same thing at all.

[heresyandlace]

Oh? Then, please--explain it to me.

[he folds his arms lightly and his body posture settles. he would love to know the details, friend. he's listening.]

[nerdeology]

How am I supposed to explain it? Do you expect humans to explain what they are to you?

[Normally he'd be fine with explaining, but something about that previous cheek rubbed him the wrong way.]