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I also am a sucker for romance shows. They don't make the characters attractive enough in MxM's though so I don't vibe with those. Maybe I'm androphobic? I don't know.
Cuffs his chin. "Genetics, huh... Interesting." He could only catch a glimpse through her intentions, but it looked something like... a spiral helix? He smiled, rose from his planter-box 'seat' and raised a hand, offering to be shaken(?) "Well met, Doctor of Genetics."
Regardless of a confirmed handshake, Burberry let out a 'hmm' and glanced at a distant nowhere. "I feel hungry. So this definitely isn't the afterlife." With his free hand, he started swiping down on thin air, and could only manage but a spark or two. The intent to open something is evident, and it's clear that he's failing at opening whatever it is. He tries his best to hide any show of dismay, raising then the gold ring he pilfered, within Charlie's sight. "This has monetary value here, right? And that is a vendor of cooked meats." Glancing at the street hotdog stall.
EDIT: Retroactive addendum
At the exact moment he glanced, a pink... creature, humanoid with a reptilian head. Slowly getting crowded by onlookers. Quickly, he glanced at the white wolf whose name eludes him yet. "The third of us?" No miscount was intended, rather he thinks Charlie is a native of this world.
Regardless of a confirmed handshake, Burberry let out a 'hmm' and glanced at a distant nowhere. "I feel hungry. So this definitely isn't the afterlife." With his free hand, he started swiping down on thin air, and could only manage but a spark or two. The intent to open something is evident, and it's clear that he's failing at opening whatever it is. He tries his best to hide any show of dismay, raising then the gold ring he pilfered, within Charlie's sight. "This has monetary value here, right? And that is a vendor of cooked meats." Glancing at the street hotdog stall.
EDIT: Retroactive addendum
At the exact moment he glanced, a pink... creature, humanoid with a reptilian head. Slowly getting crowded by onlookers. Quickly, he glanced at the white wolf whose name eludes him yet. "The third of us?" No miscount was intended, rather he thinks Charlie is a native of this world.
Burberry glanced at the woman whom he thought was talking, but her mouth wasn't moving. Who then...? The white--
He was right, it is a magical dog... wolf. He was rearing to unhook his black sword from his waist, until it- she presented that she didn't know where they were either. It didn't seem like a lie, and it made Burberry even more disappointed, planting his right cheek right into his palm.
"What is a 'doctor'?" Her intention fully cuts through, it just seems like her kind of doctor does a lot more than a mere healer.
He was right, it is a magical dog... wolf. He was rearing to unhook his black sword from his waist, until it- she presented that she didn't know where they were either. It didn't seem like a lie, and it made Burberry even more disappointed, planting his right cheek right into his palm.
"What is a 'doctor'?" Her intention fully cuts through, it just seems like her kind of doctor does a lot more than a mere healer.
He glances at Charlie whom looked to be about... 1.2 centuries old with the greying hair, thinking nothing of her outfit for its make and material surely didn't look all that different from the rest of the people here. Then, he glanced back at the general space in front of him, all the vehicles slowly driving past. "Lost, no. I think I'm right where I need to be. I just don't know why..."
Burberry raised his arms and stretched out a yawn, mouth closed, then slumped and idly thumbed the gold ring he realized he's still holding.
"Is this the afterlife? One of the afterlives? I don't want to seem ungrateful to any higher power if this is the afterlife, but it just seems very... mundane, and polluted."
Burberry raised his arms and stretched out a yawn, mouth closed, then slumped and idly thumbed the gold ring he realized he's still holding.
"Is this the afterlife? One of the afterlives? I don't want to seem ungrateful to any higher power if this is the afterlife, but it just seems very... mundane, and polluted."
Burberry steps foot on the sidewalk across them, and as he starts walking towards the pair, he reassessed the notion that a dog would bring him back to life and send him here, whereever here is. It would help if he could still sense mana, but spilt milk and all.
A bystander had his phone out, taking a picture of the white dog. Burberry approached from the side-- The peculiar hand device was a little perplexing. "Would you say that dog is a magical dog?" Spoken in an entirely different language, but somehow the intention just cuts through.
The bystander was startled, almost succumbing his uncased phone to the fate of hard concrete, but held on and responded. "Well, of course! All dogs are magical."
"Away with you." In his most unamused face, brushing the bystander off. He grumbled and walked a few steps aside, while Burberry sat on the side of the nearest concrete planter box, admiring the noisy concrete jungle view. Legs crossed, arms crossed. It would make perfect sense if this is the afterlife, but it's nothing like he imagined.
A bystander had his phone out, taking a picture of the white dog. Burberry approached from the side-- The peculiar hand device was a little perplexing. "Would you say that dog is a magical dog?" Spoken in an entirely different language, but somehow the intention just cuts through.
The bystander was startled, almost succumbing his uncased phone to the fate of hard concrete, but held on and responded. "Well, of course! All dogs are magical."
"Away with you." In his most unamused face, brushing the bystander off. He grumbled and walked a few steps aside, while Burberry sat on the side of the nearest concrete planter box, admiring the noisy concrete jungle view. Legs crossed, arms crossed. It would make perfect sense if this is the afterlife, but it's nothing like he imagined.
Suddenly, brakes start screeching on the side of the road away from the two. A man suddenly, from fully out of nowhere, lands in the middle of the road, unconscious. Person inside the car as well as two to three other bystanders clamor, convene and lift him off the road and into the sidewalk.
Whilst that, on the other side of the road, an old woman is on the phone, seemingly talking to authorities about a "large white dog" loose on the streets.
The unconscious man slowly wakes up from stupor, just then feeling the impact of the back of his head hitting the asphalt floor. Immediately in his sight, three to four people dressed in garments that didn't quite look all that uncommon to him, but seemed like they were... created with less reliable material. He lifted his head and torso, planting his elbows to the ground and glancing around. No sign of any weapon anywhere. Every surface is made of smooth stone and yet it's the outdoors. A strange and constant smell of smoke, and burning meats.
He had not yet explored all of his own world, and so this to him just looked like another, significantly more peaceful country. He could sense the sheer lack of mana in the air or the ground, but he chalked it up to having given all his power away.
One of the bystanders rushes back to her car, remembering she forgot to close her door. As it revs its engine, the barely conscious man stands up, thinking it was the growl of a beast. His right hand reaching for his blunt sword, his left hand pinching the air trying to summon a gold coin and instead getting a plain gold ring.
The remaining bystander who hasn't yet left saw this. "Wait, is this some kind of TV magic show?"
He replied, "Cad é an 'TV'?"
"What do you mean 'what's a TV'? Is this a prank show? Where are the cameras? Wait... How did I just understand Gael-- Was that Gaelic? Hey wait! Where are you going!?"
The man carrying a blunt black sword began crossing the road, imitating how these natives cross it without worry of the rushing vehicles, headed towards the one creature in the vicinity that seemed to not belong just as much as he did. A white fox who was starting to catch bystanders' attention, seemingly conversing with a full-figured woman.
Whilst that, on the other side of the road, an old woman is on the phone, seemingly talking to authorities about a "large white dog" loose on the streets.
The unconscious man slowly wakes up from stupor, just then feeling the impact of the back of his head hitting the asphalt floor. Immediately in his sight, three to four people dressed in garments that didn't quite look all that uncommon to him, but seemed like they were... created with less reliable material. He lifted his head and torso, planting his elbows to the ground and glancing around. No sign of any weapon anywhere. Every surface is made of smooth stone and yet it's the outdoors. A strange and constant smell of smoke, and burning meats.
He had not yet explored all of his own world, and so this to him just looked like another, significantly more peaceful country. He could sense the sheer lack of mana in the air or the ground, but he chalked it up to having given all his power away.
One of the bystanders rushes back to her car, remembering she forgot to close her door. As it revs its engine, the barely conscious man stands up, thinking it was the growl of a beast. His right hand reaching for his blunt sword, his left hand pinching the air trying to summon a gold coin and instead getting a plain gold ring.
The remaining bystander who hasn't yet left saw this. "Wait, is this some kind of TV magic show?"
He replied, "Cad é an 'TV'?"
"What do you mean 'what's a TV'? Is this a prank show? Where are the cameras? Wait... How did I just understand Gael-- Was that Gaelic? Hey wait! Where are you going!?"
The man carrying a blunt black sword began crossing the road, imitating how these natives cross it without worry of the rushing vehicles, headed towards the one creature in the vicinity that seemed to not belong just as much as he did. A white fox who was starting to catch bystanders' attention, seemingly conversing with a full-figured woman.
Burberry
Male human.
Looks late-20's but carbon-dates 30 years beyond that.
5'10", 155 lbs.
Black hair with white strands due to stress. Golden irises.
Hailing from a world of mana, Burberry sought to create a mechanical being to surpass the limits of power. Due to one thing after another, his creation turned against himself, and after grievous injury, he gave up what remained of himself, his soul and his powers, to the hero who would then triumph over the rogue creation.
Supposed to be dead, and yet...
Untitled universe. OC.
Can summon whatever tiny pieces of gold are within a city-sized area around him (preferably gold coins), and launch them like marbles from a slingshot. Carries a black wooden sword, nigh-indestructible but blunt and lightweight.
Male human.
Looks late-20's but carbon-dates 30 years beyond that.
5'10", 155 lbs.
Black hair with white strands due to stress. Golden irises.
Hailing from a world of mana, Burberry sought to create a mechanical being to surpass the limits of power. Due to one thing after another, his creation turned against himself, and after grievous injury, he gave up what remained of himself, his soul and his powers, to the hero who would then triumph over the rogue creation.
Supposed to be dead, and yet...
Untitled universe. OC.
Can summon whatever tiny pieces of gold are within a city-sized area around him (preferably gold coins), and launch them like marbles from a slingshot. Carries a black wooden sword, nigh-indestructible but blunt and lightweight.
Is an original character from a non-established universe an option?
"You don't think it's too many people?"
Ludwig utters meekly as he walks from behind and past the paladin. A whole cart and several of the continuingly unnamed captain's soldiers. One would think heading this many people into a ruins is a form of overkill, but it could just as easily be a detriment.
Say, for when something possibly abstract and phenomenal starts taking them out like the previous expedition. A crowd like this might slow his escape.
May his selfishness not reveal amidst his shrouded exterior.
Reaching Kaelara's vicinity, close enough to break her focused stupor as he begins to speak in a low volume, still.
"... Ludwig. Nice to meet you."
He raises his right hand to be shaken, and drops it a second later if she hasn't.
"It only felt fair."
Evidently bothered by that trivial disparity caused by only one of them knowing the other's name. He then proceeds to walk away again, cutting any further acquainting short.
Ludwig utters meekly as he walks from behind and past the paladin. A whole cart and several of the continuingly unnamed captain's soldiers. One would think heading this many people into a ruins is a form of overkill, but it could just as easily be a detriment.
Say, for when something possibly abstract and phenomenal starts taking them out like the previous expedition. A crowd like this might slow his escape.
May his selfishness not reveal amidst his shrouded exterior.
Reaching Kaelara's vicinity, close enough to break her focused stupor as he begins to speak in a low volume, still.
"... Ludwig. Nice to meet you."
He raises his right hand to be shaken, and drops it a second later if she hasn't.
"It only felt fair."
Evidently bothered by that trivial disparity caused by only one of them knowing the other's name. He then proceeds to walk away again, cutting any further acquainting short.
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