09-01-2018, 09:05 PM
EDWARD NYGMA
WHAT AM I?
Green eyes locked onto the animal, looking him up and down, quizzing himself over its form. Teeth bared in an attempted smile, but it looked more like he was forming an 'O' with his lips. Sunhaven? He felt the skin on his fur and, concurrently, felt the warm sun. He dropped the smile as it turned into a more serious stare.
He tried to pull himself up, standing shakily on two legs and using his forearms to balance out. A tentative step forward, followed by a second- a stumble, falling onto all fours. He pressed his lips togther, un satisfied as he took another step, this time on all fours, to Monroe, until he was sitting in front of the hybrid.
"Monroe... a shark cat?" His arm moved forward, attempting to touch the stranger's gills.
Is this another one of Strange's experiments? What use does he get from us?
Were you in Arkham too? "Don't ask that, they'll get curious."
His gaze directed over the mutant's shoulder, as if he was looking at something else. Shut up.
His head turned at the sound of someone else approaching, and notably, one foot- out of four- was heavier than the others. His eyes repeated the same motion, looking up and down, registering facts about the other cat. Metal leg. Maine Coon. Male. Serious.
He stood back up again, on his hind legs, hand reaching for a hat that wasn't there. Realizing it wasn't there, then feeling embarrassed. He took a few shaky steps back then pointed at the pair. First, at Monroe. "One.” He held a finger up. "What belongs to you, but is used by others?"
He knew the answer, but followed this up with a second riddle. Maybe this... transfer of consciousness hadn't ruined his genius. "Two." He made a two with his fingers, and looked at the Maine Coon now. "I can be a man or a thing, a mystery, living or dead, sometimes right in front of you. What am I?"
He tried to pull himself up, standing shakily on two legs and using his forearms to balance out. A tentative step forward, followed by a second- a stumble, falling onto all fours. He pressed his lips togther, un satisfied as he took another step, this time on all fours, to Monroe, until he was sitting in front of the hybrid.
"Monroe... a shark cat?" His arm moved forward, attempting to touch the stranger's gills.
Is this another one of Strange's experiments? What use does he get from us?
Were you in Arkham too? "Don't ask that, they'll get curious."
His gaze directed over the mutant's shoulder, as if he was looking at something else. Shut up.
His head turned at the sound of someone else approaching, and notably, one foot- out of four- was heavier than the others. His eyes repeated the same motion, looking up and down, registering facts about the other cat. Metal leg. Maine Coon. Male. Serious.
He stood back up again, on his hind legs, hand reaching for a hat that wasn't there. Realizing it wasn't there, then feeling embarrassed. He took a few shaky steps back then pointed at the pair. First, at Monroe. "One.” He held a finger up. "What belongs to you, but is used by others?"
He knew the answer, but followed this up with a second riddle. Maybe this... transfer of consciousness hadn't ruined his genius. "Two." He made a two with his fingers, and looked at the Maine Coon now. "I can be a man or a thing, a mystery, living or dead, sometimes right in front of you. What am I?"
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The only time I ever see her
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Owlie / Resident Apex Legends Fanatic / owlie#5369