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bakerstreet2025-06-24 05:52 pm
sockdere) wrote in bakerstreet2025-06-24 05:52 pm
Too bad nobody loves you
UNLOVEABLE
rules
01. Comment with your character. NO BLANK COMMENTS. Your top-level should include your character's IC reason that they think they're...well, unlovable!
02. See if they're an impartial judge.
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It sounds different... when it's happy... or grouchy.
[The Specter, for their part, is just as interested listening to all of this about the technology in the forest, and how everything is nature otherwise.] I've seen... the floating platforms. But acorn makers... are very clever.
[And without fuel! They can't imagine how those work, how they make acorns... But then they're a bit distracted by the way Cagney licks its roots clean -- they can just about see that and definitely want to look back at it again later -- and then completely derailed (heh heh) as it launches forward and twines around them. Their eyes can't go wider than they are at the moment, but their eye socket certainly can! Their hands, already lifted, raise just slightly more. They are usually cold in a way they don't mind at all, but they feel strangely warm.]
So are you. And look... [They wind a bit too, just enough so that some of Cagney's thorns pass harmlessly through them.] No trouble... with your thorns.
[They are both insubstantial and somehow kind of resting on Cagney right now; they could just let it carry them to their destination!] It always runs... but we do rest... peacefully... in a more... timeless place.
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I'll show you one sometime, take it apart and let you get inside the gears. I can't germinate everything myself, after all, I'm just one plant. And a lotta acorns gotta get eaten in the line of duty for a forest to grow at all.
[ Something about the Specter makes it not shy, a little bolder the more it sees how well received it all is. ] You feel like a nice wind on a warm day... [ It does look, astonished. ] Oh! I can't hurt you. This day just keeps gettin' better! But we can still touch... geez. What are you made of?
A timeless place... that sounds nice. No wonder you're so laid back. And laid on me! Ha! Just hold on. [ It loves their weight on it, scooching along like an intrepid hiker with a backpack made of ghost, twining through the forest until it reaches a lovely area overlooking a sparkling lake. The sun does dip down rightabout there, casting back a fiery twinkle of light over the water, and is almost immediately replaced as soon as it goes with the bright moon that is Hilda. ]
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I'd like... to see that. You have a... smooth operation... Cagney. [They sort of sigh out its name, enjoying saying it.]
Why... thank you! [They're grinning, so pleased.] I'm made of... ectoplasm... All spirits are... but there are... different kinds. Most ghosts can't... touch the living.
[The Specter feels pretty fortunate to be an exception right now. They laugh, a quiet raspy cackle, at the laid on me pun-comment, and wrap their arms around Cagney when told to hold on. It makes it pretty much impossible for them to see the scenery as they travel, but they don't mind that; in fact, when they've seemingly reached their destination, it's kind of a surprise!]
Can I... look now...? [Teasing, but when they do let go with their arms and raise their hands to look, the beautiful smear of colors that make up the grass and lake and sky makes them look awed.] It is... beautiful here.
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Ooohh. That felt nice. [ The little tingles when the Specter said its name, wow. ] Hmm... you mean like different kinds of flowers? Or like a flower and a tree are different?
[ Their voluntary and selective lack of sight is kinda charming, and Cagney chuckles against them, appreciating that offbeatness. ] I think so too. Maybe I can sneak on your train sometime and see how the world looks from the goin-fast perspective... unless you think it'd get you in trouble with Bossybones.