That's not blood, I swear! [open]

[Nimah O'Carroll]

It didn't happen often, but it did happen and it annoyed the hell out of her when it did. Nimah frowned. Well, at least she looked like she frowned. At the moment she technically didn't have parts to be able to do such a thing seeing how she was currently in her liquid form. Sure she wasn't a simple puddle of red on the floor or anything like that. No, she had constructed herself into her usual shape more or less and with a body-suit look to boot so not to be showing off her naughtybits.

But yes, back to what had happened to her. Well, she was stuck. She was stuck in her liquid form and was having trouble changing back. It was better that it had been earlier, seeing how instead of being completely like a watery state she was more of a gel in consistency, but she didn't seem to be getting on her way to becoming solid just yet. So this meant that she was stuck at Hammel for the time being rather than being able to go out and about to town like she had planned on doing earlier.

What to do though? She couldn't very well make any jewelry like this. Things would just slip through her fingers quite literally and possibly end up floating around inside of her hands unless she pushed them back out. And she had run out of those latex gloves. Actually, that had been what she had been out to town for the other day when she had come across that arsehole. Damn it she still felt sore about throwing that money away. But oh well. She might have been a material girl, but even she wouldn't take his materials, the bloody bollix.

There was bound to be gloves around the building somewhere, and for someone to know where they were. Seeing how she couldn't actually talk while in this form though, Nimah went to smearing some of herself off of her hand and onto the wall to write out "GLOVES" as someone came around the corner of the hall. Though, with how runny it ended up possibly looking like a different language even. Of course, she wasn't looking at that. She was looking towards the person... Though, she did kind of see that too seeing how she more or less saw out of her surface in a way. It was strange and complicated and she didn't even try to explain it to herself never mind anyone else.

[Lucas Blacke]

It had been a few days since they had broken up and it still stung despite him being the one to blame. It had put him in a foul mood and made him actually bust open his hands multiple times, even breaking his dummy, though that could have been through wear. But he didn't cover up his bruised knuckles, no, he kept them in plain sight as a reminder what he had done. He didn't want to forget.

But he needed to to move on, he needed a distraction. Training with his dummy was nothing more than a memory of her right now, so unless someone helped him with that he wouldn't be able to do that anymore. That and he needed a new one, and now that he had money to spare he could work on getting aa car instead, he'd been following lessons for a while now and was on the verge of getting his license, but with classes and all finding the time to actually make it work was a bit hard. Maybe with the right motivation..

Then he found some form of distraction in the shape of a girl. He liked girls, but sadly this was all it looked like, and even then it only did so from a distance. Upon closer inspection it looked like a sculpture out of jello, luckily it was red or Luke would have just walked past it. He wasn't in the mood for stuff he didn't know, not now. Normally he'd jump on the chance to get near some giant jello shape, but not this time.

But he did find himself looking at it as it had written something on the wall in goop. Right now, he was being mopey, not ignoring people who needed help. If this thing needed help and wasn't reeling in her next meal.

He couldn't make out what was written on the wall as his gaze turned towards the girly looking gloop before him as he tiled his head. ''Yer lookin' mighty funny there. Didn't know we allowed see through students here.'' Yet, it was Hammel, so he could have known in a way.

''So unless yer writing stuff on walls to shoot a horror movie I take it ya can't talk?'' This was slightly odd, why was he talking to something he wasn't even sure could hear him? What was it anyway? A student? An experiment gone wrong? No, those didn't exist right? ''Try writin' somethin' again and I'll see 'bout mimicking it. See if I can't help.''

He offered a weak smile paired with a nod.

[Nimah O'Carroll]

The good news was, this wasn't the skittish sort that tried to run home t' mamae at the sight of her quite bloody appearance. The less than good news was that this boy seemed to have a bit of a tude to him. She might have cracked her neck had she had a neck bone at the moment but no, she had to be patient. She had to be patient and behave herself. At least, for the time being. Her bad mood was just tinting things a bit further than they usually would have been. Had she been able to, she would have rolled her eyes at the seeing through comment.

When he went the round about way of asking her if she couldn't talk she nodded. That should have been something anyone who could see, should be able to understand, right? As he told her to try writing something again and went to telling her he would try mimicking it, she gave him an "oh really?" look before turning herself around and collecting herself off of the wall before writing out the word "GLOVES" again.

She felt like saying more by this point but one word at a time, yeah? Anyways, with a pair of gloves, she could get to writing with something else besides parts of her own body. Like a pen, for example. Nimah tried to focus on the letters not running down the wall as much this time but it ran all it wanted and it looked a bit disgusting. She wrinkled her nose a bit, or at least, caused the construct of herself she made out of the mostly liquid mass that was she, to wrinkle it's nose. Oh this was annoying.

She made an "It's all yours" motion towards the wall after collecting herself off of it again with a wiping motion so it no longer looked like someone shot a B horror movie in the hallway.

[Lucas Blacke]

All he met were people with issues, it seemed. Ofcourse he had the most issues of anyone at the school without a doubt but that only meant he could keep himself standing in the face of other people issues, be it big like what he had or be it small like what Anthy had. And several other people that had their fair share of issues but at the moment his own were more prominent. He needed something to get through these few moments, and if it wouldn't be for his muscle control he'd fall down into fetal position and never move again, so there was a slight upside to that as it at least enabled him to try and find something that made it all hurt less.

''So..'' He said as he watched it write down the same thing as before while looking at his own hand recreating the movements, instead he didn't use his whole hand but just his extended index finger. It didn't take long for him to figure out what it was trying to write down as he was able to decipher it from the movement alone, but in his current state of mind it didn't exactly clicked in the way it should. He saw the word ''Gloves'' in his mind, but never thought of it as a word as much as seperate letters. He went on to repeat the letters under his breath and finally sighed at the blob.

''Yer one of those fuckin' god loving douches aint'cha?' He said in pretty much the same calm manner as before. The letters had connected as ''G loves'' in his mind and it made him think of his now ex-girlfriend. She wouldn't write it on the walls, she wasn't like that but she would think like that. But this one.. no matter what it was it would let everyone know she was religious. Why would she do that? What had Luke done to deserve this awful reminder? ''Lemme tell ya, you god-awful blob, before tellin' people yer religious ya might wanna stop lookin' like a bloated mutant. And second of all, even if there is a god that sees this don'tcha think he'd be apalled by yer handwriting?''

He put his hand in his pocket and retrieved a single glove from it he had taken from the nurses office. ''Might wanna start by coverin' somethin' up.'' He said as he handed it the glove. He might have had his words ready, but that didn't mean he wouldn't help.''

[Nimah O'Carroll]

She looked at him almost expectantly. Well, she would have appeared to have been looking at him in that way anyways. She may have been looking at him but she was also looking at the floor, ceiling, wall, down the hall, and every damn where else the surface of her was facing. It would have been nauseating had she had a stomach or hadn't been used to it by this point. Bloody disorienting too.

At first, she thought he was about to get it. But then, he came out of his mouth with something sooo fecking off the topic that she almost lost the concentration needed to keep her shape. God loving douche? What with the what now? Was he bloody insane? Seriously? Where did he get that from? Then, he went on his tangent about how she looked like a bloated mutant and that about her handwriting. She happened to know for a FACT that her figure was PERFECT so obviously this dipshit was not only blind but an idiot. Oh she got by this point what the moron had likely thought she had written, but the attempts to insult her when she more than knew better than to put any kind of cash on his words, put a black mark in the shape of a penis on his forehead to forever mark him as a prick in her mind.

As he pulled a latex glove rather conveniently out of his pocket, she looked at it rather suspiciously. Some insane boy with the lack of appreciation of the perfect female figure and a hatred of the lord, carrying around a latex glove in his pocket... Oh no. Not only no but a hell to the feckin' no. She didn't know what he did with that thing. She didn't know what kind of.... residue might have been clinging onto it this very instant. Her everything almost cringed at the thought of fluids mixing were she to accept the thing. Nimah actually lost her form for a moment, turning into what looked like a huge puddle of blood on the floor before quickly reshaping herself before he might do something to it that was.... unseemly.

By this point she wanted a clean untainted pair of gloves not only so she could get to making her jewelry but to slap the living hell out of this kid for what he had said to her. She pointed at the glove then raised two fingers before pointing to the wall to tell him that it had been what she had written. He had a slap on the tab, he just had to get her the gloves first.

[Lucas Blacke]

It didn't take his offering of glove. Wasn't that what she needed? ''Just take the f-'' It clicked when it raised two fingers at him, or two things he assumed were fingers, and pointed at the wall to what it wrote earlier. Luke paused for a moment and quickly repeated the letters in his mind. ''Oh jesus!'' He yelped. ''Sorry! I totally.. I- no, yeah, sorry!''

She had written down ''gloves'' not ''g loves''. Boy did he feel like an ass right now. He averted his gaze a bit as his smile, which had been nearly invisible at this point, fell from his face entirely as widened eyes took every bit of attention from them. ''I've been a bit.. in an odd mood.'' He explained as he turned his eyes to the blob and his eyes returned to their normal size. ''Sorry fer not gettin' it. I'll get ya those gloves, just hold on.''

Without waiting for a nod he turned around and made for the nearest place he knew had some kind of glove. With a smile unseen by the blob he realized why it didn't accept a lone glove from him. Without glancing back he pressed on as he tucked the lone glove back in his pocket and smiled, silently chuckling under his breath. ''More me-time, I suppose.''

When he had finally returned from the medical office with a pair of latex gloves in his fist and a confused look from the nurse he went back to the location of the blob with a feint smile. No matter what it was he needed to make up for how he responded unless he wanted to feel like a douche. Problem was, he wasn't sure he could. And just like that, he found himself caught in his own thoughts again.

He fucked up, didn't he? He seemed to be picking up on his habit of doing that again.

He paused his tred, he didn't have to return, didn't have to fuck up any more than he already had. He stood in the hallway and promptly turned around, despite what he had said. Made promises? He'd broken those before, what could one more do? Besides, she wasn't the only one who had use for those gloves.

[Koty Hura]

A rather calm day had contained a rather calm run, a rather calm meal, a rather calm shower, some especially calm meditation, and now a rather calm trip to the kitchen so that Koty could fry up some tempura. There were a few people he'd like to give some to and he hadn't fried food in quite a while so it was about time he got some practice in.

So Koty was headed from his dorm toward the only nearby place he had access to a fryer when he overheard the words 'God loving douche' followed by 'god-awful blob' and something about religion and mutants? The heck? So he upped his pace a bit, rounding a corner just in time to see what looked like a girl collapse into a puddle of red blood-looking goo.... and nearly fell over in surprise.

Fortunately, who or whatever this was was quick enough to recover and Koty's heart didn't need to stay stopped for very long. He watched the girl-shaped being point to a glove that the other person was holding, raise two fingers.. that seemed easy enough to decipher. She wanted some gloves. She then pointed to the wall.. which Koty didn't understand.. but gloves were something he had, conveniently enough. A whole box of them. Because chicken. Koty hated the feel of raw chicken on his hands. He had to wear gloves when handling it.. And.. apparently the other person involved din't have them, because he ran off.

Regardless, he upped his pace and wound up quickly right next to the girl-shaped thing, swinging his bag around to his front and searching through it to produce an almost-new box of Evolution-One latex-free gloves. Because some people were allergic to latex and neoprene had better grip for food service work. Plus they were powderless. Koty didn't want powder in his food..

So Nimah would have been able to grab Koty's offered pair of gloves. Fresh out of the box. No residue at all. Apparently it was a pretty convenient thing he'd shown up.. because it didn't look like dude was coming back. It didn't make much sense to Koty why the guy didn't seem to be coming back, but maybe he'd just gotten lost.. or had the attention span of a flea. That was a problem that was more common than Koty cared to admit. Either way, yay for being helpful. Nimah had her gloves.

If the.. not-quite-solid girl didn't need anything else, she could give Koty a simple gesture to go away.. since she didn't seem able to talk.. and if she did.. he would, heading where he'd been headed to begin with. To the fryers in the kitchen.

[Nimah O'Carroll]

He was about to say something else out of his mouth but then cut himself off, finally seeming to get the idea of what the feck she was talking about. And then, he said oh Jesus right after, as ironic as that was after having been going on about religion and the like. She decided she owed him another slap for that one. She wasn't the super bible thumping cross swinging prayer preaching type but she didn't like the cut of his jib. As he went to saying that he had been in a bit of an odd mood then went to apologizing, she crossed her arms under her chest. She didn't need to reply with anything else as he went running off to go get those gloves for her.

A short bit after the prick ran off, someone else came around the bend. Her first thought was her hoping that this wasn't just another idiot. Yes, she was in a bit of a bad mood, and it hadn't been made better by the misunderstanding or how it had been handled. She formed a curious expression on her face when the new guy went to swinging his bag around to the front of him. Then, one of surprise when he pulled out a box of gloves.

Now how long had he been lurking about for to have known? And to swoop in to her rescue so she wouldn't need to wait for the other boy at that? She would have likely ended up trying to write more messages to passer bys, had he not come about. How handy. No pun intended. She uncrossed her arms, or rather melted her arms into herself and produced a new pair in their place, then accepted the gloves before getting them on. Not the highest in fashion accessories for a bloody looking girl construct, but they were for use, not for simple wear. Before she had put the one on her right hand, she had turned to the wall and wrote out "Thanks". Hopefully he wouldn't mistake that for T Hanks or something and go on a rant about Tom Hanks fans.

[Koty Hura]

When Nimah had melted her arms into herself and simply formed new ones, Koty had blinked and stared.. He'd seen lots of interesting abilities between Eisai and his time at Hammel.. but this? This was one he'd yet to witness... Was this how this girl always was? One would imagine that she'd have had gloves already if it was.. Was this a side-effect? Something about her ability gone wrong? She had remarkable control if it was.. Perhaps she was similar to Anthy in that on occasion her ability just hiccuped and went haywire. That happened to a lot of students here now and then.. He'd simply been lucky in that if his ability went haywire, he could simply wear gloves to avoid actually using it.

The apparent girl accepted his gift. They were a plum purple color and.. clashed slightly with the reddish that made up the girl's body but didn't look as out of place as, say, normal pale yellow latex gloves would.. He wondered if this person was capable of speaking at all... when she wrote 'thanks' on the wall. Apparently not. But there was another possibility. Koty's ability didn't technically work on a person's brain, it worked on their mind. Otherwise, he figured, that anyone with a different brain than his own wouldn't be unreachable... Which would be.. like.. everyone ever. So as he gave a nod of his head in answer to her appreciation, he slung his bag back around and re-situated it on his shoulders..

"Forgive my assumptions, but if you can understand me and wish to communicate, I believe I can offer an option that does not involve.. using your form as ink on a wall. I am a telepath. --A tactile telepath. If you have any further requests or wish to explain.. what exactly is happening with your body.. you may simply touch my arm and.. think what you wish me to know. Your ability is.. fascinating. I have never seen anything quite like it before. If you do not, but would prefer someone you could communicate with to be nearby, I was headed to the kitchen area to prepare some food. You are welcome to join me."

He pulled his sleeve back to expose a bit of his forearm and held it out.. in case Nimah did have anything to say.. and if she seemed disinterested, Koty would slowly turn and resume his trip to the kitchen.

[Nimah O'Carroll]

The colour was horrid, but there were worse shades it could have been. That, and it would only be a temporary thing. Just until she got her ability to turn solid again back to herself. Thank feck it wasn't something neon. she flexed her fingers a couple of times to see if there were any little holes in between them or anything then likely would have smiled in satisfaction had she not had to have consciously made the expression on her face or what passed as one at the moment.

She didn't miss his nod despite the fact that her face wasn't directed towards him. After all, when you could see out of your complete surface, it was kind of hard to miss much. He also seemed to be getting ready to get back on his way, or so she thought until he spoke up. When he mentioned a form of communication that didn't involve her smearing herself into letters on the wall, he got her interest and she turned her face to be seeming to be looking more directly at him as he continued.

A tactile telepath. Oh she knew of those. Not too common in her old school though, so it wasn't like she was some sort of expert. When he went to telling her that her ability was fascinating, he definitely had more of her attention. Nimah always responded well to flattery that didn't only involve parts of her body that made her womanly and such. Though, those were nice too. What, she enjoyed being as pretty and sexy as she was, there was no crime against that.

When he pulled back his sleeve after inviting her along to the kitchen if she wanted conversation, she focused briefly and sprung out another pair of arms. It would have been odd to just make a third arm without a fourth after all. With her right spare, she reached out and pressed her somewhat cool fingertips against his skin.

{Fascinatin' is it? Well, it 'appens t' be "non-fixed matter state". Ae can go from solid t' liquid 'r gas usually b' will, but sometimes there's still a bit o' werkin' oot it needs, as y' ken see. I jus' wake up li' this sometimes an' et's a pain y'see. But it usually sorts itself oot b'fore th' day's through.} She thought to him.

[Koty Hura]

When the semisolid girl sprung another pair of arms and touched him with one, Koty could only blink as his eyes glazed over a bit. He'd never felt the presence of a mind that was so...... full of itself. Not in any real capacity. No more than the briefest of glimpses when he brushed by a person on a bus or in a crowded area.. That was like a camera flash going off.. A moment of intensity followed by a moment of disorientation. Nimah? Floodlights. Lots of them. Big ones. Bright ones. All shining to their fullest right on Nimah herself, highlighting every curve, every strand of hair, every fold of fabric, every positive thing.. and, really, weren't they all positive things? From her hair to her teeth to her toned arms and l--

Koty very nearly missed the message Nimah tend to him.. Only barely managing to squint past the blinding light of her self-infatuation to understand.. Hearing a person think in an accent was a bit of a new one, too. She must have been proud of that as well.

Non-fixed matter state.. Yeah, pretty fascinating. Though Koty imagined that even being a liquid like this must be far more convenient than finding oneself shunted into the form of a gas. Koty simply thought back, doing his best to ignore Nimah's.. 'radiant personality'. It is indeed fascinating. I can only imagine liquid is more convenient than gasseous. I would loathe to spend an entire day anxious about a wayward breeze.. Are you capable of eating in this form? Moving? Is there any way in which I can assist you to return to your normal form? ...He assumed, of course, that this wasn't her normal form. Given that she'd mentioned that this was her ability needing a bit of a workout.

Fortunately, while watching Nimah write with her body on the wall had appaeared a touch... gross.. her touching him wasn't really an unpleasant experience. It was actually rather interesting.

[Nimah O'Carroll]

Fascinating. He said it again and it made her feel even more wonderful about herself. Yes, yes she was fascinating wasn't she? Her powers, her, whatever they were one and the same after all. Had she been able to, she might have warmed some. But, the gel-girl that she was at the moment was incapable of producing heat. Her posture did get more proper though and she took the time to put more details into her features. Not too many more as she wasn't trying to give him a show or anything. She focused on her face and hair the most and tidied up her figure to more resemble her real one. Though, with the four arms still so a little adjustment for that. Actual perfectly formed brows, well perfect in her opinion, appeared as if spontaneously sculpted. She gave the illusion of almost single strands of hair and lashes, and indented details in her eyes to make it look like she had irises and pupils.

{No worries aboot gettin' blown away by th' wind 'ere. Sure there's been a couple close calls but they were jus' that, close calls. I've gotten t' be pretty good at m' powers bar th' far an' few goo marnin's. Y' could say I'm jus' a step from bein' a pro.} She thought to him, feeling quite pleased and letting her formed smirk show that.

{Nah, there's no eatin' while like this. Though, there's no 'unger either. An' Ae can get aroun' jus' fen. As far as m' gettin' t' m' usual form, it'll 'appen when it 'appens. Jus' try not t' fent if it's in fronta ye.} She mentally added before batting her lashes a bit.