He hadn't honestly participated much in the festival- he'd been invited and agreed to it, but kept to himself and was actually up and away from most views as he watched what went on below. As much as he respected it, it pained him for home and for the Drabwurld, and he'd rather spend the time remembering by himself, rather than with people.
For the first time in a long while, Arno realizes he feels incredibly lonely.
The MID places some meaning behind words to a blessing he doesn't understand, and he listens, but doesn't do much else. A local native captures his eyes as he descends, red eyes locking onto his before she smiles, and is gone.
It's hours later that he feels his eyes begin to itch, as if he's scratched them for hours and they've run dry. Arno places a hand over his eyes and sighs, rubbing them slightly. Did he overwork himself again? Is he exhausted from both the party and now being in the mini colony for too long? But the itch doesn't recede, only gets worse. And now his mouth aches along with his eyes itching, the Frenchman growing irritated and chomping down on his teeth in an effort to make the ache go away. Which only makes it worse, because he suddenly finds that he's biting the inside of his mouth without even pressing down on his jaw too hard.
Suddenly it's no longer a question of being tired- something is clearly wrong.
He makes his way through the crowds and tries to head to the Moira, eventually leaning against a wall of a building and trying to keep a stoic facade. That, of course, fails miserably. All different types of people and creatures pass him by, and he tries not to notice the fact that every part of him is beginning to feel cold the longer he stays there. He eventually searches for someone, anyone who may know where the ship is. He needs to get to the medbay.]
Where is the Moira? [He's caught the attention of some passerby, who begin to speak with him. His tone is far more aggressive than he wants, but he's panicking and it's beginning to show in how his now red eyes flicker across everyone that passes by.] I need- I need to see someone at the medbay. [They offer him a few local doctors for the mini colony, but he shakes his head, insisting to be brought back to the ship.] No, thank you, but I need to get back-
[A native wanting to help reaches out to touch his shoulder, gently placing a hand to ask if he's alright. Arno instead whirls and hisses, teeth revealed to have become fangs now bared, before he shrinks back in absolute terror at what he's done. This is wrong, all of it is wrong. He steps back, away, trying to distance himself from everyone and just get out.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean- just let me be!
[Someone is clearly spooked and not taking this transformation well at all.]
[b. Because we're all technically monsters, darling (closed to Isha)
Moro #8 has been rather quiet as of late, Arno choosing to not stay in one place for very long most of the time. He's sure that Isha doesn't mind, seeing as they haven't had many problems or very few as of yet in their time being supposed "roommates."
As of right now, however, it's occupied with a potential brooding space vampire, and he's not really wanting to open the door to anyone. He isn't exactly expecting someone to barge in, though.
c. They did the mash (they did the Monster Mash)
Getting used to being a Sangui takes time- Arno is incredibly adaptive, but even he struggles to be in full control when it comes to becoming a new species entirely. Case in point: while feeding is something he's learned how to work with, it's turning into bats that's proving to be the one thing he's lacking control in. The bat swarm is small, but it flitters about to and fro depending on how Arno feels when he becomes the small flock. Being startled usually is the cause; that and feeling certain emotions tend to do it as well.
He's making his way around when he turns a corner and nearly bumps into someone. Only instead of bumping into them, he suddenly becomes a flock of bats and flies all around them before rejoining. Arno turns immediately and looks for whoever he's run into, hands raising up in an apology.]
Sorry, my apologies. I'm still not used to this whole thing.
arno dorian // vampires in SPAAAAAAACE // ota
He hadn't honestly participated much in the festival- he'd been invited and agreed to it, but kept to himself and was actually up and away from most views as he watched what went on below. As much as he respected it, it pained him for home and for the Drabwurld, and he'd rather spend the time remembering by himself, rather than with people.
For the first time in a long while, Arno realizes he feels incredibly lonely.
The MID places some meaning behind words to a blessing he doesn't understand, and he listens, but doesn't do much else. A local native captures his eyes as he descends, red eyes locking onto his before she smiles, and is gone.
It's hours later that he feels his eyes begin to itch, as if he's scratched them for hours and they've run dry. Arno places a hand over his eyes and sighs, rubbing them slightly. Did he overwork himself again? Is he exhausted from both the party and now being in the mini colony for too long? But the itch doesn't recede, only gets worse. And now his mouth aches along with his eyes itching, the Frenchman growing irritated and chomping down on his teeth in an effort to make the ache go away. Which only makes it worse, because he suddenly finds that he's biting the inside of his mouth without even pressing down on his jaw too hard.
Suddenly it's no longer a question of being tired- something is clearly wrong.
He makes his way through the crowds and tries to head to the Moira, eventually leaning against a wall of a building and trying to keep a stoic facade. That, of course, fails miserably. All different types of people and creatures pass him by, and he tries not to notice the fact that every part of him is beginning to feel cold the longer he stays there. He eventually searches for someone, anyone who may know where the ship is. He needs to get to the medbay.]
Where is the Moira? [He's caught the attention of some passerby, who begin to speak with him. His tone is far more aggressive than he wants, but he's panicking and it's beginning to show in how his now red eyes flicker across everyone that passes by.] I need- I need to see someone at the medbay. [They offer him a few local doctors for the mini colony, but he shakes his head, insisting to be brought back to the ship.] No, thank you, but I need to get back-
[A native wanting to help reaches out to touch his shoulder, gently placing a hand to ask if he's alright. Arno instead whirls and hisses, teeth revealed to have become fangs now bared, before he shrinks back in absolute terror at what he's done. This is wrong, all of it is wrong. He steps back, away, trying to distance himself from everyone and just get out.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean- just let me be!
[Someone is clearly spooked and not taking this transformation well at all.]
[b. Because we're all technically monsters, darling (closed to Isha)
Moro #8 has been rather quiet as of late, Arno choosing to not stay in one place for very long most of the time. He's sure that Isha doesn't mind, seeing as they haven't had many problems or very few as of yet in their time being supposed "roommates."
As of right now, however, it's occupied with a potential brooding space vampire, and he's not really wanting to open the door to anyone. He isn't exactly expecting someone to barge in, though.
c. They did the mash (they did the Monster Mash)
Getting used to being a Sangui takes time- Arno is incredibly adaptive, but even he struggles to be in full control when it comes to becoming a new species entirely. Case in point: while feeding is something he's learned how to work with, it's turning into bats that's proving to be the one thing he's lacking control in. The bat swarm is small, but it flitters about to and fro depending on how Arno feels when he becomes the small flock. Being startled usually is the cause; that and feeling certain emotions tend to do it as well.
He's making his way around when he turns a corner and nearly bumps into someone. Only instead of bumping into them, he suddenly becomes a flock of bats and flies all around them before rejoining. Arno turns immediately and looks for whoever he's run into, hands raising up in an apology.]
Sorry, my apologies. I'm still not used to this whole thing.
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