SOMETHING ABOUT IT - aya

[ABATHUR .]

It was quiet.

It was unsettling how quiet it was, sometimes. The oppressive atmosphere in the swamp and the city, the one that made you feel like you couldn't even talk if you tried, it was disquieting, disorientating. He was used to a more freeing atmosphere, to be frank, but at the very least, he could come down to the beach and feel more... at home. Homesickness was a problem for him, one he couldn't solve easily. He had no mementos from the other dimension, other than his memories, and more than anything, those memories hurt. To know what you wanted but to be unable to get there was hellish, to know that you had lost all that you truly loved in a permanent fashion - it felt wrong. He felt unnatural, moreso than usual, out of place in terms of body and in terms of space and time. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the inherent feeling of wrongness.

The sand didn't help. On the beach, under the moonlight. It was cool, not hot. It didn't scorch his hairs and warm his body, feeling like he could break down from sweat he didn't produce, it chilled him. It didn't help the alien feeling, but... the texture was the same, at least. Even if it wasn't the texture of his true home, it was still comforting enough to know that sand was the same across dimensions. Not that comforting, but it was enough for his melancholy mood right now.

He was humming quietly, the only song he really knew, blank indigo void, filled with tragedy and discomfort. This place was wrong, and to attempt to adapt was most certainly a futile effort, but he had to try. Even if he couldn't stop grieving, he had to try to move on.

// [member=1444]aya[/member]

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[aya]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Aya's ears twitched. She heard something, but it was odd, she wasn't sure what it was. Getting to her paws, she followed the noise, till she reached.. "Abathur?" Her tail twitched as she approached the spider. Oh, he was humming. She went and sat at his side quietly. "What is it?" She asked softly, listening to the waves ebb and flow. She had thought there was more to the spider than meets the eye; maybe she'd find out.

[ABATHUR .]

His humming stopped, though his eyes were still planted up on the stars, refusing to turn his indigo gaze over to Aya, too enraptured to turn away from the anomaly. "Stars," he said, voice sounding so sincere and revealing that it was disquieting, to him especially - the cold veil of his voice had been something maintained since he was a young child, and not even he had heard it be anything but deep and robotic. "Stars are... different. Wrong."

"Self, came from elsewhere. Most likely theory previously, was from different location on same planet, but... stars confirm theory that self changed realities." There was quiet again, letting the sound of the waves lapping up on the shore fill the void in the conversation. "Self, old. Almost double age of average female goliath birdeater - more than triple maximum age of male birdeater. Have died, though. Multiple times. Always... always came back. Occasionally, returned within hours. Most recent death, though...."

He made a sound like a deep breath being inhaled and shifted backwards, rotating to stare Aya face to face, in the eyes, like a real conversationalist. "Greetings, subject Aya," he said, the greeting egregiously out of order in the conversation. "Does subject require something?"

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[aya]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Aya noticed the change in Abathur's voice, her own surprise clouding her mind for a moment. This sincerity, the hushed tone... It was almost sensual, so intimate. Aya's heart raced for a minute, the change in tone apparently making her anxious. The tortoiseshell tore her eyes from the waves as the spider turned to face her, her mind assessing his words as she struggled to comprehend them; the scenery, the company, it was distracting her.

Shifted.. realities? Her gaze shifted upward, staring at her own familiar sky. She couldn't even imagine waking up and looking at a totally different set of constellations. Though maybe that her own lack of imagination. Her gaze shifted back down to the spider. He didn't look so old, but of course it was different bodies, different timelines, different.. "Your eyes are purple." Aya observed softly, not meaning it to come out so... Intimate.

She blinked, looking away. "I, uhm- no, I don't need anything. You just seemed a little lonely." A little? He had basically just told her everyone he had ever known was dead or no longer existent, and it had happened before, too. There was a long moment of discomfort. "Are you going to try and make a way back?" She questioned suddenly, her usual enthusiastic science tone returning, if a little forcibly. "I can help, if you are! I mean, I'd like to, but if you're not then, I-I can help with that too, or try." She stared aggressively at the ocean, refusing to see what the fuck kind of reaction she'd created with that mess of a sentence.

Gods, she was usually pretty well-spoken. She'd asked a man to collect limbs and organs easier than this totally regular damned conversation. Maybe building a monster with a person changed the social game?

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GENERAL
- Aya (♀)
- 12 moons
- Tortoiseshell cat
- Lives in Tanglewood, Guardsman (HP)
- Storage thread (X)

PHYSICAL
- Tortoiseshell domestic cat with yellow eyes
- Medium difficulty, tag if attacking

PERSONALITY
- Will start and finish fights
- Friendly, protective, jealous
- Tropes: Nightmare Fetishist, Mad Scientist

RECENT EVENTS
- Entered a deal with Leroy
- Started building her "project"
- Earned the Host badge