THE PUMPKIN KING a. [ if he knew what his mask looked like now that it's changed, doug might not be willing to wear it. it's so strangely vulgar, so many private things splashed across its carvings-- the black-and-gold circuitry imitating warlock, twined with strange, impossible flowers, a half-hidden bullet resting along the edge of a bright petal. even bei is there in the hawkish shape of the mask, the stark red lines near the top of it.
still, he doesn't know what it looks like, and he has other things to worry about as he kneels awkwardly in the middle of a field of golden cornstalks. blue eyes drop to where his wrist is still bound to his partner's, and he has to force himself not to pull the twine loose. he'd agreed to help out with this, after all. he can't back out now. ]
Greatest desires, huh? [ he muses quietly, and his mouth twitches crookedly up at the reassuring pulse from warlock. ] I'm not sure how seriously I've thought about it. It doesn't always seem safe at home.
b. [ after it's all over and snow is falling, doug offers an extra cup of cocoa down to someone who looks like they might need it. as he does so, the circuitry covering his right arm peels away, reforming into a tall figure, who lays his hand briefly on doug's nape. there's a moment that seems to pass between them, and the figure--warlock--turns to wander away, probably to check out the rest of the area until doug is ready to go.
the blond himself offers an apologetic smile, lifting his own paper cup to blow steam off the top. ] Don't mind him, he just.. needed a break from the smells. [ human food still occasionally seems to make him queasy. considering why, though, doug could never blame him for it.
he clears his throat. ] So, is this.. normal here? Do you know? [ doug ramsey, what exactly is your definition of normal, anyway? ]
OURPOWERS un: Cypher [ the person in the video is a young man, blond and blue-eyed, with a right arm that looks to be composed of black and gold circuitry and a.. plant in his lap. he's holding onto it like it's a priceless artifact, though, fingers curled with surprising tenderness around the little capsule it's rooted in. .. anyone from or adjacent to krakoa will probably recognize it as a habitat flower. ]
Hi. Warlock and I-- [ and here a head and hand lift out of the circuitry on his arm, waving politely, then sinking back down and disappearing once more. ] --were hoping to connect with some people from home here. Preferably mutants for obvious reasons. [ he hefts the flower gently to illustrate his point. ] We're also not.. really that picky at this point, though, as long as it's someone at least mutant- or meta-friendly. We'd love to meet up and talk about.. this. [ all of this. being here, having part of krakoa with them, what do do about any of it-- ]
Also, I'm an omniglot-- [ not a polyglot, he chose omni deliberately. ] --and I realize that doesn't seem to matter much here, but it does mean I also talk perfectly fluently to tech of basically any sort, so.. I guess this is also a call for employment? No offense to the guilds, but I'm not really sure I'm ready to sign up with one of them yet, and I'm not sure what else is out there.
doug ramsey ( marvel )
a.
[ if he knew what his mask looked like now that it's changed, doug might not be willing to wear it. it's so strangely vulgar, so many private things splashed across its carvings-- the black-and-gold circuitry imitating warlock, twined with strange, impossible flowers, a half-hidden bullet resting along the edge of a bright petal. even bei is there in the hawkish shape of the mask, the stark red lines near the top of it.
still, he doesn't know what it looks like, and he has other things to worry about as he kneels awkwardly in the middle of a field of golden cornstalks. blue eyes drop to where his wrist is still bound to his partner's, and he has to force himself not to pull the twine loose. he'd agreed to help out with this, after all. he can't back out now. ]
Greatest desires, huh? [ he muses quietly, and his mouth twitches crookedly up at the reassuring pulse from warlock. ] I'm not sure how seriously I've thought about it. It doesn't always seem safe at home.
b.
[ after it's all over and snow is falling, doug offers an extra cup of cocoa down to someone who looks like they might need it. as he does so, the circuitry covering his right arm peels away, reforming into a tall figure, who lays his hand briefly on doug's nape. there's a moment that seems to pass between them, and the figure--warlock--turns to wander away, probably to check out the rest of the area until doug is ready to go.
the blond himself offers an apologetic smile, lifting his own paper cup to blow steam off the top. ] Don't mind him, he just.. needed a break from the smells. [ human food still occasionally seems to make him queasy. considering why, though, doug could never blame him for it.
he clears his throat. ] So, is this.. normal here? Do you know? [ doug ramsey, what exactly is your definition of normal, anyway? ]
OURPOWERS
un: Cypher
[ the person in the video is a young man, blond and blue-eyed, with a right arm that looks to be composed of black and gold circuitry and a.. plant in his lap. he's holding onto it like it's a priceless artifact, though, fingers curled with surprising tenderness around the little capsule it's rooted in. .. anyone from or adjacent to krakoa will probably recognize it as a habitat flower. ]
Hi. Warlock and I-- [ and here a head and hand lift out of the circuitry on his arm, waving politely, then sinking back down and disappearing once more. ] --were hoping to connect with some people from home here. Preferably mutants for obvious reasons. [ he hefts the flower gently to illustrate his point. ] We're also not.. really that picky at this point, though, as long as it's someone at least mutant- or meta-friendly. We'd love to meet up and talk about.. this. [ all of this. being here, having part of krakoa with them, what do do about any of it-- ]
Also, I'm an omniglot-- [ not a polyglot, he chose omni deliberately. ] --and I realize that doesn't seem to matter much here, but it does mean I also talk perfectly fluently to tech of basically any sort, so.. I guess this is also a call for employment? No offense to the guilds, but I'm not really sure I'm ready to sign up with one of them yet, and I'm not sure what else is out there.