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Nonverbal RP Starters ✦ @timelvst ☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

The Seventies. . .

It easily became Miss Atomic's favorite era───For the first time in her life she was afforded freedom in the forms of disco fever, the country's finest cocaine supply, and the poorest decision making that would make a Vought executive blush. It's a Saturday night, and that meant it was disco night. It had been damn near ritual for her to wind up at a local club.

♫ For the evening, she chooses a tight pink sequined bodysuit with a plunging collar and flared bottoms with a wingspan decorated with long fringe, pink glitter boots accompanying the bodysuit. Vivienne's hair styled into a feathered blowout, her makeup easily recognizable as something inspired by Twiggy. To say she was feeling DIVINE was an understatement. FINALLY an era where she could be herself and not the picture perfect housewife of the fifties.

The second the Bee Gees come on, she's out on the dancing floor having the time of her life, dancing with a 'stranger', it's staged choreography, of course. Still, she sells it and the crowd goes wild along with a few event photographers snapping photos in a frenzy. Once the final moves happen she filters back into the crowd, smiling and laughing as she high-fives a few passers by as she wanders to a outer patio, pulling out an Amethyst Eve cigarette. A quick pat down makes her painfully aware she has misplaced her lighter so as one does, she approaches another 'gal', gently tapping her shoulder.

❝ Hey, sunshine! You got a light? Totally fumbled mine inside while jivin'. ❞

▪ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ @timelvst sent: “You’re pushing my limits.”

Shoulders give a nonchalant shrug in response. “This is literally your own fault. Not only do you spark my endless well of curiosity, but you have brought nothing tasty along with you to keep me otherwise occupied. At least, if my mouth was full, I wouldn't be talking so much.” Never helped that she was nonverbal; therefore, she had a hard time interrupting him when he was speaking.

The voices behind have become somewhat distant by now. Gone, almost, but with a clear indication that he is far from safe just yet. He would be stupid to think so. He is sprinting through empty alleyways, footsteps sloppy upon the wet cobblestone as his lungs cry for rest. Not yet, he can't rest yet.

It has been raining quite heavily over the last couple weeks, but then it's nothing new here. Grey and depressing. This does nothing to silence his footsteps either, nor makes the terrain easy to navigate when a quick escape is what is necessary.

So Silver keeps on running, breath comes out in pants and he is so close to safety, but as he rounds a corner he slips on the wet stone and crashes onto the ground and down the set of stairs he had been aiming to jump in one swift motion. Instead, he now lays at the bottom of the stairway idly wondering if life really is worth it after all.

He pushes up, lets out a silent groan of pain and raises his eyes, then stops. A girl. Metal glistens in the rain and for a moment he is certain he has been caught. But then, she doesn't look local, does she? Or perhaps she is, and he is just very outdated. Either way she has a blade, and the blade is pointed towards him.

A breath. He slowly gets back to his feet, hands now raised with his palms out to show her that he means no harm.

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Her jaw had dropped, staring at him in awestruck. Sweet Golly, it’s Solider Boy! Sarah could not believe her eyes. She’s set her backpack down, rummaging through it - pulling out a ripped magazine page containing an image of the hero. A very old photo. Then, she grabbed her marker, handing the items to him. She would like his autograph.

coke and milk. long spoon stirs the contents inside an 'old school' milkshake glass. soldier boy is perched on the stool at a diner purposefully made to look like it walked out of the 1950's and was plopped down in the middle of the city. polished, chrome train car exterior attempts to finish off the look and push the impression even further. normally? he'd avoid places like this. nostalgia isn't always friendly to those old enough to have it. though everyone says you should be so lucky as to be live long enough that nostalgia is gifted to you. the supe isn't convinced t hey aren't full of shit.

corner of his attention catches a pair of saucer wide eyes staring in his direction. does a one take. then a double. only moving his gaze enough to give her a measuring peek. an attempt to find out if this was about to explode into a wall of shit or go in an opposite direction where he didn't have to beat the shit out of anyone in yet another diner to get himself kicked the fuck out of via his son throwing a fit once he saw it on the news. little bastard thinks he'll listen. anyway.. upon noticing the gaze was more awestruck than foe--he turns his head. offers a polite enough smile. small but there, nonetheless.

see? he's not always jagged teeth and raw edges.

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"Ara!"

Hikari smiled brightly as she accepted the dandelion from the young woman. She delicately grasped the yellow bloom between her index and thumb, bringing it close to her nose and breathing in its scent.

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just being around that device was harmful. the static that radiated from it was immense, and the glitches in space left painful specs in space anytime she moved. it was excruciating. with every movement of her arms, the glitches in space spread farther. it made him wail in pain as he grabbed his stomach. the glitches would fly toward him and scrape against him, burning his energy.

he couldn't take it anymore.

without another second, he lunges forward onto the woman. his temperamentality finally snaps. slamming hands grasp her wrist tight, squeezing it. the glitches are burning his skin nonstop. though she couldn't see his melting energy, caspio could see it. feel it, more importantly. his skin was ripping. his energy was being sucked into the glitches. a wailing scream as caspio grips the lid of her time traveling device. he squeezes it hard. the metal starts to squeal as strength overcame him. the copper starts to bend and snap.

" 𖢧ꛎ𖢉𖤢 ꛈ𖢧 𖣠ꘘꘘ!!! " he screams. this is perhaps the only physical implication of his pain. his voice is not human. the words were simply sounds smacked together to make some sort of faux english. his voice sounded horrifically ethereal, a glitchiness that erupted from the depths of nothing. he was not human.

" ꛘ𖣠ꛃ !!!!!! "

Skeletor chuckled at her attempt to use what felt like magic on him, and he actually did pause in his actions against her. All to take great consideration in those efforts of her, and his silence was incredibly noticeable. A small tilt of his head, and those glowing eyes focused solely on her. "You are not from here, are you... No, your energy seems off from anyone around... and..." He glanced down at what was around her wrist. "That contraption looks like nothing from Eternia..."

expression shifts . he does not give a fuck if he comes across as rude . number five casts no shadow of a doubt that his personality is abrasive , possibly aggravating to the average person , but he has no care for others feelings . instead , five assesses , && bites back .