Shadows Intertwined
Roleplaying Log: Shadows Intertwined
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Myrkr and Ombra encounter one another in The Bronx

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IC Date: January 07, 2020
IC Location: The Bronx, NYC
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 07 Jan 2020 07:24
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Scene Soundtrack: [*\# None]
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* OOC Time: Mon Jan 06 20:42:29 2020 *

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It was a dark night, darker then usual. Even the lights seemed to have a hard time with it. They flickered, dimmed like shadows were moving in to consume it, or simply gave out with a puff of smoke. It dosn't help that people are freaked out by a pair of purple whispy lights that seem to pop into existence then out thats been around recently.

In one particular alley way, a couple of thugs are hanging out, wearing big hoodies with some sort of hand drawn marker on the back of their hoodie done in white marker. They seem to be chatting about something, almost in complete darkness.

Said purple lights are flicking in and out around them, they have yet to notice. To the careful eye, one might see the shadow's bulge out around the lights, or even to see them as they move from trashcans, to roof tops, to beneath dark lights in between flickers.

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Unfamiliar with this part of the city, as she is with many parts of the city, a silhouette with depth moves near the shadows, staying out of direct lighting. It's too typical for encounters with new faces at night to go horribly wrong when all they can see is an outline of featureless black, such as what happens when someone looks directly upon Ombra. Sometimes it's panic-and-run, sometimes it's panic-and-open-fire, sometimes it's panic-and-start-hitting-with-object, sometimes it's friendly.

There has already been one of the panics tonight, and the shadow in the shape of a girl is being much more cautious. She remains in the darkness, huddled by the wall and contemplating approaching the two hoodied thugs and seeing if they are any more friendly. Her thoughts of worry are distracted by the purple lights, trying to discern what sort of creature has eyes like them.

A tiny silhouette shaped like a cat darts closer, making no sound, taking in scents while the shadow girl watches.

* * *

The smell…it smells so familiar, yet not, like ashes, maybe mold, yet its not. The lights don't seem to turn, but the little kitty could feel them, like its not only looking at it, but deep into it. Like its very own soul is exposed. It stares there for a minute, staring at the kitty, like its judging it.

The two guys in hoodies keep chatting, talking in some obscure language, making no indication of noticing anything.

* * *

The cat makes an effort to prod the thing where the eyes are physically, bumping its nose into the darkness, physically almost exactly like a cat, but silent and no light can show details about it.
The shadow that is a girl moves past a dumpster, and as she touches it, all colour vanishes and it too becomes a silhouette much like herself, until she stops touching it. It does not last long but it is a sudden change both when touched and when no longer touched.

* * *

The lights are indeed attached to something, as the lights lowered to look at the cat, they vanish until the cat stops touching. What ever the cat touched felt rather bony. The lights jerk up then go back down to stare at the cat, tilting left and right. The sound of clacking coming from the direction of the eyes. The eyes also look towards the dumpster, at that moment, if Ombra is out at sight, she would have the feeling of being watched, judged. Much like the cat.

The two thugs turn before they get a look of fear and start walking deeper into the alley, still talking about something.

* * *

The cat does not seem to react to the sound, brushing against what it finds rather than reacting in fear or even a hint of caution. Both it and the shadow-like girl watch the two thugs move away and the girl sits with her back to the wall beside the dumpster, her form barely visible in the lighting. Her scent is certainly there, though it is altered a little from normal humans. She is soon gazing at the being her cat-shadow has found, and she lifts her hand to wave.

* * *

The thugs quickly disappear around a corner, heading deeper into an alley.

Soon as they leave, the thing beings to glow purpler where the ruins are, in a relaxing florescent way with bits of purple floating off like embers. Which of course gets covered by the silent thinge thats going with this cat. The thing is currently on its hands and knees, bent much like a cat with its head between its giant trash can lided sized hands, looking at this cat which it pushes away gently as its rubbing on its nose. The lights flicker before the head turns to look at the sudden waving, it's head tilts almost upside down as it looks from cat, to waving hand, then to cat. Almost like its confused and trying to figure out whats going on. It chooses to nudge at the cat with a hand or its nose, like its expecting stuff to happen.

* * *

The cat seems just fine with being touched, pushing into the contact the way some cats do when being given attention. The girl looks more relaxed from where she sits, and given a moment of interaction between shadowy glowing eyed figure and feline, the girl rises to stand and approach. There is fear about her as she does this, worry about reactions. The spot where she sat is immaculate. Not even dirt particles remain. All trash gone. Water gone. What lighting is available, shows the girl isn't wearing shoes. Possibly not wearing anything else. She stops approaching just out of arm's reach.

* * *

Myrkr raises its self slowly to look at her as she gets closer, still fluorescing the purple color from the runes on his body softly. It does squat to look at her, head tilting this way and that "Dur hoz Vahz?" it says, the voice ethereal and quick, like a soft blowing wind. It would go to poke at her, the jaw of the creature clanking against its-self despite there being no muscle. Head still tilting.

* * *

That fear, or anxiety heightens at increasing intensity because of the reach, though the girl's fear is in no way about herself. The moment she is touched, the world for Myrkr falls silent. The sounds of the city are gone. Distant voices, cars driving, buzzing of lights, his own breath, his own voice, all gone. There isn't even that weird sense of intense nothingness when in a silent room. That silence only lasts as long as the touch does, and Ombra's fear fades soon after the touch is made. It's still there, but the worst of it has passed.

* * *

Myrkr backs away after the silence starts, then look at her as the silence goes away after he stops touching her and pokes at her. Like a child flicking an on and off switch. It scratches its head before it lifts its nose holes, like its smelling before looking at her. Its hard to tell, but the thing may be confused, curious, and confused as it begins to circle her, looking for something, though what that thing may be is unknown.

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As though she welcomes the examination, the shadow-girl spreads her arms out to her sides, and the shape of her head silhouette suggests she is turning it to watch. She seems much more relaxed once the poking is repeated, the fear melting away completely. The cat-shadow makes its way to her leg, and vanishes entirely. The girl moves more into the light to make it easier to see her outline, and a smile makes itself a little more visible as her head turns to show profile.

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Myrkr watches carefully, scratching its head as she makes her way into the light before the thing begins to fade, like dust being blown into the wind into some scrawny kid, covered in clothing. The kid is also scratching its head as it looks around before looking at her, adjusting goggles "W-w-w*takes a deep breath* are…." he says, the voice quite before fading into silence, a mouth mask covers his face, but no sound comes from him. He's still making hand motions like he's talking, but no sound escapes his lips. He eventually realizes it as he clears his voice and says in a quite voice "Sorry…s-speaking is h-hard sometimes, who a-are you miss?" he asks

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Some astonishment is apparent on the shadow-girl when Myrkr changes, turning to directly face him but keeping the profile on her face visible from that angle. At first, there is nothing in the form of a response, though she is peering closer. Her hand moves to get close to the mask before both of her hands are hovering over her ears.
The cat shadow seems to appear on her shoulder then and leaps to the dumpster, entering there.

* * *

Myrkr hides face in embarrassment, which is kinda ridiculous considering only his nose is visible. He quickly recovers with a deep breath as he goes to repeat his question and face palms "Y-Y-You can't speak…can you?" he asks with a tilted head before coughing, looking away towards the ground "I-I-Its eaiser to communicate like this…also u-use my brain more." he say before his head turns back towards her, standing up so she dosn't have to bend over and holds a hand out before he sighs "I'm Myrkr." he says with a louder voice, which is about normal volume for people having a conversation. His other hand doing a tiny fist pump of success for some reason.

* * *

The dumpster periodically opens just a little and newspaper is dumped out onto the ground, thanks to the cat-shadow. After some rummaging, a few magazines follow, and some small thin objects soon after that. Dead pens, some wires, just junk. The cat-shadow begins paging through the magazines, examining the articles as it does, seeming to read over them quickly.
The girl-shadow does not reply to the words spoken at all, though that anxiety rises again. Not because of the hand, which she takes and shakes gladly. The front page of the newspaper, she pulls apart from the rest of it, holding in her hands. It vanishes after about a minute, looking like it moved into her physically before it was gone. She beckons Myrkyr to follow her to the magazine where the cat is, picks up one of the old pens, and starts pointing to words in the print: 'can' 'not' 'hear', finding all three words very quickly, dropping the pen once she has imparted that information. The pen remains shadowy for a few seconds after she releases it.

* * *

Myrkr tilts his head and follows her, he scratches his head as he bends down to read before laughing. He pulls out a small notebook with a pencil, he writes something and shows it to her. It simply says "Nice to meet you." he points to it, looking from her to it. Hopefully she can understand as he tilts his head,much like he did when in the form of a monster.

* * *

The shadow-girl picks up another of the pens, finding more words to point at, picking only capitalized words: 'On' 'Maybe' 'Because' 'Regarding' 'After', then drops the second pen, picking up a wire, 'first', 'letter'. Wire drops. The cat serves as a page turner, it seems. Girl then points to the pencil printing, and then points to Myrkr, echoing the sentiment.

* * *

Myrkr stands there for a moment "Ok…maybe not as smart as I thought I was." he says to himself before he finally figures out "Oh, yes, gosh, glad you can hear me right now, would probably sound like an idiot he says with another laugh. He writes something else "You can call me Myrkr, who are you?" he writes before showing it her, his head tilted as she picks up and drops new things "Did you do that while I was changed…curse my different world view." he says, like he's thinking hard, scratching his nose with a free hand, looking around like he's trying to think of something.

* * *

Shadow-girl shifts in her posture, less enthusiastic, but not about to give up. The cat is searching through the paragraphs again and then gets an idea, gently taking hold of Myrkr's wrist with the pencil, guiding it to the page. The page remains looking unchanged while Myrkr does not. She guides the hand to write: O M B R A
It's a bit crude, but her best effort.

* * *

Myrkr 's wrist is thin as a little girls, the big swathes of clothing that hides his wasted frame collapsing as it easily wraps around the wrist. His arm moves easily to how she moves it, like its her own hand. He tilts his own head, but his hand struggles against her, but its almost un-noticable. Like a new-born trying to free its-self. His free hand eventually coming up to take the pencil and writes, horribly mind you. "Is there a better way to communicate?" he writes with his left hand, his right hand stopping its pitiable fight. His head tilting this way and that since he himself can't hear or talk.

His body language seems to change while affected with her shadows, his head going down before looking back up sometimes.

* * *

Ombra withdraws her grasp very quickly, looking rather apologetic. Her fingers move to form three words in the American Sign Language, utterly nonsensical to those who understand what she is saying and likely to draw some reaction, but meaningless for those who do not understand it. She is assuming that Myrkr cannot. Her hand touches the pad momentarily, changing it in the instant there is contact.
Ombra then uses the magazine again, now that her cat has done some research into what is available and where to find it. 'can' 'not' 'carry' 'things', pause, new pointer, 'spirit' 'board' 'at' 'home'

* * *

Myrkr holds his wrist carefully after she gets done touching in, not in a 'is it hurt?' sort of way, just like he can't believe how small it is. After abit he looks and tilts his head, obviously not understanding hand sign language. He looks down and a hand goes to rub his chin. He tilts his head and nods before scratching it "How…how am I…this is stupid. I'm talking, yet you can't understand me! I could ask you where's your house? But how creepy is that!" he rants as he flails his arm and paces. Its hard to tell whats going on with clothing, goggles, and facial masks hiding his expressions.

He says in a creepy voice "Hey, invite me to your house *slurp* I'm not a bad guy." he then switches to a normal voice "You just out-turned from a giant sized shadow being into a shrimp! That dosn't explain how we talk!" he says before scratching his head furiously and then looking at her with a sigh. Then face palming as he quickly writes "Sorry, trying to figure out a more instant solution, I'm talking to myself out loud like an idit." he holds it out to her, before looking that he mis-spelled idiot and re writes it below his mis-spelling.

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Missing every spoken word, Ombra notices there is activity, her body moving in a feeble effort to discern something from the movements she can see, but to no avail. She picks up one of the nonworking pens and uses it to press against the word 'idiot' in a way that would cross it out if the pen were working. She then uses it to ghost-circle 'trying' and sets the pen down to pick up another one. She circles 'solution' and shows a shrug.

* * *

Myrkr looks at it after she's done "Dang…you're so kind…" he says as he takes a deep breath before he writes something "Are you a mutant? Met some, nice people." and shows it to her. His free hand reaching down into a jacket pocket to pull out a couple of pencils for her to use if she wanted to. Holding them out for her to grab.

* * *

Ombra gently grasps the pencils and sets them down, picking up the rightmost to use, writing 'yes?' just below the word 'mutant', then 'unsure' beside that. She sets that pencil down to the left of the others. She points with the pen at the question printed, then at Myrkr. dropping the pen again with the others, ensuring she never touches one thing for very long at a single time.

* * *

Myrkr looks at the question as he takes his own to write "I don't know." and pulls out more pencils for her to use, replacing the one's she's touched. He chuckles "College life may not feed me….but it does pay me in pencils." he chuckles at his own joke.

* * *

Ombra lines up the pencils all in a very long row, all to the left, only picking up the rightmost one to use each time, letting the pen fall into her pointer pile with a lot less care about its order. She writes, 'hiding identity? can read lips a little', then sets that pencil down on the left and going back to be ready to pick up the rightmost again.

* * *

Myrkr looks at what she's doing with fascination before reading what she wrote. A hand going up to pull his mask off and simply stops, his hand squeezing into a fist before dropping and going to write "I'm sorry for my selfish-ness, but yes, hiding my identity…would rather not get caught when not changed." he writes before dumping two more pencils into the pile, looking downwards before showing her and looking back, a hand adjusting his goggles like they're loose.

* * *

Ombra draws a little smiley emoji in reply, and adds 'it's okay to hide, I don't need to but I can't change back' and sets that pencil down on the left of the row again. Another pencil is then taken up from the right and she adds, 'just want to make friends and not scare people', then sets that one down on the left, keeping the cycle going.

* * *

Myrkr read what she wrote "Oh, so sorry…I can't imagine what the other shadows think of you." he says as he writes "I'm sorry to hear that, but you don't scare me, a kind shadow is better then a normal shadow." he replies with a shiver "Maybe she hasn't met those shadows? Vicious things they are." he says, despite the fact she can't hear herself.

* * *

The message brings about a puzzled look on Ombra, just by how she shifts in posture, and she circles the words 'normal shadow' with a little question mark above that, adding 'translation?' and setting the pencil down in the cycle. Her cat-shadow walks back into her and vanishes.

* * *

Myrkr waits for a moment, watching her expression before reading what she wrote "Ooooooh…she hasn't seen them then…oh…she isn't one of them." he says with mixed feelings. He takes the time to write "If you haven't seen them, then your good, no worries! So, how long have you been like this?" he writes with his pencil "Hopefully you'll forgive me for changing the conversation…I don't wanna talk about myself nor my fears." he says to the air with an awkward, nervous smile.

* * *

Ombra taps the smiley emoji again, dividing the words 'it's okay' and 'to hide' and tapping the first half. She makes a little line from the question to an answer: since May 21 2019. Her posture shifts again to rest her chin on her hand, the pencil lowering, coming to rest and then vanishing, which startles Ombra and her head rests on both of her hands supported by her knee.

* * *

Myrkr looks again, how she senses sadness is phenomenal. He takes a deep breath as he looks at it "So long…and this is the rest of your life? Yet you have been the only person to touch me? You know how long since some one took the time to touch me?" he says, not really, angry, more like someone who held the kettle in for so long that its now leaking out. "You know how long its been since someone touched me? Years! No one has, only these things called hand shakes." he says as he brings his knees up writing as he takes a couple of deep breaths, dang, gotta calm down, you haven't needed anyone in years, you don't need a shoulder now "Is it hard? Do you hate what happened?" he writes and shows it to her.

"You know, I was an orphan, I had my parents, not by blood, but they loved me…the only people to really talk to me…the only people who touched me…god, you can't talk and your like some key of heart opening? Stop it! I refuse to break down because I'm talking to someone who's supportive, normal people don't do this, I'm a normal person, I. Am. Calm." he tells himself in a very uncalm way. Taking deep breaths.

* * *

Ombra looks over what is written, shifting her posture again to better settle into place, and picks up the next pencil in line, writing so that her words are read directly upward from those Myrkr writes, easy to discern both messages despite them occupying much of the same space. 'people scared to touch me too after being deaf' and 'touch too long, shirt vanishes, maybe more' She sets the pencil down and picks up the next in the cycle. 'It got easier to live with but I kind of miss having clothes or a phone or anything'

* * *

Myrkr looks over to read it before chuckling "Scared because of lack of shirt? Standing close to someone is scarier then that…in my opinion." he says as he flips to the next page, writing "Well, if it makes you feel better I'm not scared of touching you. I'm sorry to hear that."

After writing he gets somewhat called "Dang, I swear if I get hugged I might actually break down…swear to god, don't hug me. Wait, this is ridiculous, your going to cry cause your going to be hugged? Be a man, you can bench press over 200…or used to, but your still a man! Just missing alot of the muscle, you don't need to break down pffft, you got this." he rants to himself as he holds out the notebook for her to read while trying to flex. Dosn't look like anything actually happens though when he trys to squeeze the muscle, could be just to much clothing though.

* * *

Ombra uses another fresh pencil to respond, 'thank you for not being scared but you have lots of stuff on and it will vanish'. Change of pencil. 'my friend shadow can touch and nothing will vanish' Pencil down again. Rather than a small housecat emerging, this time it's a tiger-shaped thing, and tiger-sized. They are massive animals up close, and this one is as silent and featureless-looking as Ombra herself. But its presence can be felt. It breathes, and its weight is easy to feel as it steps. It stops by Myrkr, brushing against him. Ombra has also written 'won't hurt you'.

* * *

Myrkr moves back as the giant cat comes out "Oh…" he says as he looks up adjusting his goggles as he goes to read while a giant shadow tiger thinge brushes up against him. He sniffs, a hand reaching to pet the tiger before drawing back and shaking his head and writing quickly "I'm sorry, I have to go, nice meeting you Ombra." he shows it to her, making sure she see's as he uses the rest of the page to write before standing up and looking at the moon. and down the alley way breathing shakily as he adjusts his goggles, letting a tear out. "Just breath, can't be hurt if you let nothing in." he says to himself as he goes to walk away, not trusting what his other form might do if he took it.

* * *

That same sense of fear washes over Ombra when Myrkr suddenly needs to leave, quickly writing 'I'm sorry please tell me what I did wrong didn't meant to' pencil vanishes, Ombra's fear escalates. The tiger doesn't move to stop Myrkr, seemingly indifferent but there is an entire lack of soul to it. It is merely a shadow of Ombra herself, given form.

* * *

Myrkr stops as he looks as he writes on the next page "There is nothing wrong with you, you are a child of shadow, more welcome in the dark then I. I leave cause I'm pain, not caused by you, but by old wounds. I wish not be seen in the throes of this pain. I'm sure we'll meet again." he writes, ripping the page off and leaving it so she can see. He lowers his face mask so he can smile at her, to show he's serious, the faint tear line down one side can be seen as he raises it back off and walks off into the night "I, on the other, have my own issues." he says walking off in the night.

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