I am alive, Immortalized (Autoplay)

((Also got an interesting theory due to the tape recorders you find in chapter 3 on both paths so gonna put that here under a cut.))

Seeing his new friend put his raincoat on made him the littlest bit happier. It felt good being able to help someone, and it was hearing something as simple as a ‘thank you’ from someone for something he did.

“It was no big deal! I jus’ like helpin’!”  Even then, a person made out of ink. Ink was what people wrote with, yet it somehow managed to make someone. It was definitely strange, but it also brought along many more questions.

“Tha’s neat!  Are ya, all ink? Or are ya part hue-man somewheah?”

      “I saw some here and there in the beginning. Though I myself didn’t take one.” He admits as he looks down at him. 

      “I sometimes find the rain soothing so it was never a bother for me. I can see how you find it annoying with how you where unable to get one from the start.”

    Her head was cloud-bound as she listened; the bright lights of street lights coming into slow view as they continued their stroll, very few L-E-D signs lit at the hour aside from the 24/7 establishments such as the gas stations & corner stores they decided to target, that unmistakable OPEN in the window of each one in blaring red, visible even from their current distance.

   “ You can…? Oh– right, i’ve seen that happen with other’s before !        It also seems to vary… but i’m sure you’re a force to be feared ! ”

   Theoretically she probably could as well considering she possessed both black magic & ink manipulation capabilities but she’s.. just never tried, practically. & even if she did… really, how scary could she be ? She can’t recall ever trying to spook anyone… aside from rolling around some bacon soup cans & shifting some cardboard cutouts around.

   “ Huh.. It’s looking pretty lively down the hills, ain’t it ? ”

“It’s not that hard to manipulate a vessel made of ink. Just move the ink into a form you like, and then just keep it that way.” He rolled his shoulders, letting black and red wings of Ink form before returning them to his body. “Then again, demons are supposed to be tricky and some are believed to be shapeshifters... it could come naturally to us.”

So it was… ink. A person made of ink, that was stuck here too. It was kinda weird to imagine, but he surely wasn’t going to try and lick or stick a finger into the stranger; that would just be rude. Ah right, the poncho!

Taking it off of his person, Gohan held the poncho out towards the man, and pointed towards the back. “Theah’s holes in th’ back, cause it was made fer me an’ m’ back spikes, bu’ I think i’s bettah then gettin’ soaked, righ’?” Looking at the figure once again, he made sure to take a few things to note.

“So, yer all ink? I think tha’s real neat.”

“Thank you.” He took it and put it on, feeling the ink under starting to pull itself into a more stable state. Though the hole where a neck would go was an issue, at least the bow tie kept that area somewhat dry. Having a neck would probably have made the poncho much more effective.

      Well it was true. How the little CREATURE looked as if he was about to fall apart in second. It was a tad amusing though. But that wasn’t something he would willingly admit out loud. 

      “Were you unable to grab an umbrella. There were plenty at the start. Though the ones available might be gone and instead you might need to buy one from the store I think.”

Humming and walking in the sky water, was certainly quite a treat! It made him happy, to feel such happy emotions! It went so nice and he just wanted to jump with joy sometimes. Strange, for being in such a dark and wet place. Even the strange black dripping thing wasn’t going to put a damper on his mood as he headed to the theater- Huh? Black, dripping… person?

The boy slowly turns his way in the sight of the strange person under the cover of a nearby building (not that he could know which one, he couldn’t read after all), and wandered closer towards the strange… person…? “I can let ya borrah m’ pon-cha. It blocks th’ watah from gettin’ on ya. I wouldn’ mind.”

“I would appreciate that... water and ink is not a good mix.” He was just a bit relieved that his body was a bit more resistant to water since the ink he was made out of had been designed to resist water to some degree. His tail flicked as he observed the other. He didn’t seem to be someone that might be a threat to him, so he felt that accepting the poncho would be in his best interest.