Greatest in the Galaxy speaking...

Sylvia sighed and stared at her gloves. “I guess…I should try again?” she made another blue flame appear, but it…

She shrugged. “I dunno. It’s not like I was taught any of this stuff…”

Hater’s frown dropped, his horns angling upwards in surprise, “…Your dad didn’t teach you…?”

Transformation (Closed)

Sylvia sighed and stared at her gloves. “I guess…I should try again?” she made another blue flame appear, but it started to grow. She slammed down her hand on her palm quickly enough to stop the fire from spreading. “Why can’t I get this?”

Alright. Now she just looked stupid. “What’re you DOING?” He asked, loud enough for her to hear.

"Huh?" Sylvia whipped her head around, recognizing it. "Ha-" she paused, realizing she didn’t look like herself…and she didn’t want to be captured, either. "…w-what do you mean?"

“You.” He frowned, “What’re you DOING? Making those flames and everything.”

Her blue eyes flickered side to side. “…making flames. What else does it look like?”

“Flames aren’t exactly COMMON with us. Where’s the sparks? The lightning? You should know this stuff.”

Sylvia blinked. “…what stuff?” Grod, she knew she was too weird…it seemed like she wasn’t really the same species as Hater. She supposed ti was because of the transformation. “All I can do is fire…I think.”

Hater’s face twisted into confusion. Fire? “That’s weird. How can you ONLY do fire?”

Wander removed his mask. “It’s me, Wander!”

"It’s cold and snowing. Figured you might want some." she shrugged. "My own recipe, I’ve been making it for years."

He looked at the mug questionably, then hugged himself a little (though more in a way to keep his hands to himself; that hot chocolate smelled delicious), “I don’t feel cold like you do…”

"Well…can you feel warm?"

“Sorta.”

"Then the chocolate’ll warm you up some I guess. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want…not that I’d force you or anything."

There was a pause, silence, then he snatched the mug from her, “Not to warm me up or anything…” He grumbled, taking a sip.

Transformation (Closed)

Sylvia sighed and stared at her gloves. “I guess…I should try again?” she made another blue flame appear, but it started to grow. She slammed down her hand on her palm quickly enough to stop the fire from spreading. “Why can’t I get this?”

Alright. Now she just looked stupid. “What’re you DOING?” He asked, loud enough for her to hear.

"Huh?" Sylvia whipped her head around, recognizing it. "Ha-" she paused, realizing she didn’t look like herself…and she didn’t want to be captured, either. "…w-what do you mean?"

“You.” He frowned, “What’re you DOING? Making those flames and everything.”

Her blue eyes flickered side to side. “…making flames. What else does it look like?”

“Flames aren’t exactly COMMON with us. Where’s the sparks? The lightning? You should know this stuff.”

"It’s cold and snowing. Figured you might want some." she shrugged. "My own recipe, I’ve been making it for years."

He looked at the mug questionably, then hugged himself a little (though more in a way to keep his hands to himself; that hot chocolate smelled delicious), “I don’t feel cold like you do…”

"Well…can you feel warm?"

“Sorta.”

Transformation (Closed)

Sylvia sighed and stared at her gloves. “I guess…I should try again?” she made another blue flame appear, but it started to grow. She slammed down her hand on her palm quickly enough to stop the fire from spreading. “Why can’t I get this?”

Alright. Now she just looked stupid. “What’re you DOING?” He asked, loud enough for her to hear.

"Huh?" Sylvia whipped her head around, recognizing it. "Ha-" she paused, realizing she didn’t look like herself…and she didn’t want to be captured, either. "…w-what do you mean?"

“You.” He frowned, “What’re you DOING? Making those flames and everything.”

"It’s cold and snowing. Figured you might want some." she shrugged. "My own recipe, I’ve been making it for years."

He looked at the mug questionably, then hugged himself a little (though more in a way to keep his hands to himself; that hot chocolate smelled delicious), “I don’t feel cold like you do…”

Transformation (Closed)

thebigbluezbornak:

He tilted his skull to the side. What…was she doing? Flames? What - he didn’t get it. What was she…? His brow arched further.

Sylvia sighed and stared at her gloves. “I guess…I should try again?” she made another blue flame appear, but it started to grow. She slammed down her hand on her palm quickly enough to stop the fire from spreading. “Why can’t I get this?”

Alright. Now she just looked stupid. “What’re you DOING?” He asked, loud enough for her to hear.

Transformation (Closed)

thebigbluezbornak:

He tilted his skull to the side. What…was she doing? Flames? What - he didn’t get it. What was she…? His brow arched further.

  "…What," Aurora started to say, finding her voice, "What do you mean by ‘cruel’? What things have you gone through or had to do during this mission?"

Vulcin’s face paled immediately, his expression blank, then he said slowly, “Things that have made me wake up in the night - screaming.” Hater’s horns lowered a little as Vulcin looked off in the distance, as though he was remembering all of these things. It took Hater snapping his fingers in front of Vulcin’s face to make him come back to reality, and he did so with a terrified jolt.

"Oh my…" And here she was thinking he was mostly a traveler doing a small yet important job on the side. "I… I’m so sorry, Vulcin."

Vulcin gave a forced shrug, “It’s fine. Not like it’s your fault.”

"Still… I shouldn’t have asked. My apologies." She gave a small bow.

She gave a small, sad nod. “Definitely not fair…”

"…Well, I wish you safe travels, Vulcin," Aurora told him with a sort of sad smile, "and, perhaps this job of yours won’t last too much longer."

“I dunno about that.” Vulcin shrugged, smiling all the same, “But thanks, Aurora. It was really nice seeing you again. Got a new necklace! I didn’t comment on it before - noticed, didn’t comment. Some might see that as rude, so I’m sorry if you do. Looks nice! Suits you!”