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So that Omni is... unique huh?
ā...yeah?... their species is a different type that I have yet to see prior to meeting them... of course they are unique.ā
He is confused of why they would ask about Omni. Though it did remind him that he did promise to head back over there... hmmm...
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So how is the living ink blot doing?
He stares at the gray being and gives a shrug before returning to his sketchbook. Seems like heās doing his usual ājobā.
((aaah ok just an update!
Yeah... Iām currently more active on my main blog - 7goodangel - due to working and school stuff!
Though I hope to do more RPs here! However Iām only gonna do stuff with mutuals on either this blog or my main blog... due to how time constraint I am currently.
I hope to start another PJ and Omni thread this week depending on how blue and I are doing...
And so you know - Asks are always available!
Just know that I wonāt start threads with just asks - PJ will just answer them and base his answers on his current experiences.
So yeah! If you want to know more about the quirks and stuff of PJ, Iām answering those questions on my blog! For comments and questions directly for PJ - ask them here! ^^ ))
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āā¦.!ā Ohā¦oh god Iām staringā¦.
Paper slapped their face with both their good and not as good hands before nodding yes.
āJustā¦ Iāve never met another being that shifts at least their physical appearance to feel more comfortableā¦you can do more though - which is very interesting. I can only shift my appearance and nothing more.ā
āOh? I guess that makes sense considering how you retracted the ink in your hand! Thatās so cool!~ So.. You can shape-shift to fit whatever appearance you want to have? Thatās really cool!ā
Omni offered, now her, hand out to the other to show them the exact same biological makeup that he had. āI mean, I guess the plus of that is that you never have to feel like you canāt show your real face. Because no matter what, itās still all you and who you make yourself to be. That seems pretty neat to me!~ā
Paper observed the otherās newly formed hand. Yep - that looks fairly similar to what they are like. Itās weird, yet fascinating to see a being who is able to do this.
Though to the comments Omni made, Paper silently nodded while looking at the floor. That was the first compliment they ever received - at least one that sounded purely genuine about themselves. They heard things about their art every so often - but not about them personally.
āYouāre pretty incredible, PaperJamā¦ Gotta say, Iām really glad I met you today. I donāt know the last time someone genuinely found me interesting in anyway other than how I do what I do.ā
Omniās smile could have brought a puppy back to life with the amount of genuine happiness that threatened to overflow from their eye sockets. Despite being a bit of a quiet and distant person, Paper proved respectful and even kind when he wants to be.
āO..oh. And I guess I am glad to have the opportunity to observe you and be able to ask questionsā¦ā
They kept their glance to the floor as the turned and started to head off, but before they took too many steps away, they turned back and said, āā¦thank youā¦ for the musicā¦ā
Really was kind of awkward in conversation, wasnāt he? Omni tried not to feel offended that he wanted to leave so soon after finding out they had such things in common.
āā¦ Youāre very welcome. And, if you like.. I can always play more music for you sometime. Gotta have something to drown out the silence.ā
Their half-hearted and almost embarrassed smile attempted to act as a second layer mask, hopefully thick enough to silence the voice that just wanted to ask him to wait and talk for a while longer. This was such an odd way to just cut off a conversation. Butā¦ Surely he had important personal reasons for leaving.
Paper looked back up to see that mask on the other - a too familiar mask. Though he knew that if he try to force himself to stay longer - he might just have an overload of emotions just due to how things seemed to be heading. Being around others from an observing distance is fine, but up close and in the conversation? That can get too much too fast.
He canāt let their emotions get to him. He just canāt.
Itās not an optionā¦
āā¦sorry to leave. Iā¦I have to look at other universes nowā Thatās a lie - he is not going anywhere in particular, āso I should get goingā¦ā
He looked back down to the ground and fiddles with his scarf more.
āYou have your reasons for needing to go, itās alright. Iāll respect your privacy, Iām not going to pry. Do what you need to do, and.. if you want to hear more music, then Iāll be here tomorrow evening just as the sun is settingā¦ Itās a nice view, I think youād like it.ā
With just a flicker of magic, Omniās biology reverted back to their lavender skeleton form in preparation to return home.
It sucked, not understanding but.. talking, communicating.. itās hard. Itās okay.. I mean, maybe heāll see us again tomorrow? Itās not like this is another info-grab and run kind of deal.. He genuinely seemed interested. Right? Yeah. Itās all going to be okay.
Omni offered their best smile as they waved the other off.
āHave a great rest of your day then. It was nice meeting you, PaperJam.ā
When hearing that note that they will be there at sunset tomorrow, Paper pulled out a different booklet and made a note of it within. The antivoid is horrible to be in when checking time, but as long as he entered into universes in sync with this one... then...
"...I...I'll be here. Tomorrow. Promise." He mumbled into his scarf once more before feeling around with his feet for a crack to slip through. Once they found it, he turned back once more.
"I..It was nice meeting you as well Omni." He wasnāt sure if that's proper to respond with but he rolled with it as he sunk into the 'crack' within that universe
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āā¦.!ā Ohā¦oh god Iām staringā¦.
Paper slapped their face with both their good and not as good hands before nodding yes.
āJustā¦ Iāve never met another being that shifts at least their physical appearance to feel more comfortableā¦you can do more though - which is very interesting. I can only shift my appearance and nothing more.ā
āOh? I guess that makes sense considering how you retracted the ink in your hand! Thatās so cool!~ So.. You can shape-shift to fit whatever appearance you want to have? Thatās really cool!ā
Omni offered, now her, hand out to the other to show them the exact same biological makeup that he had. āI mean, I guess the plus of that is that you never have to feel like you canāt show your real face. Because no matter what, itās still all you and who you make yourself to be. That seems pretty neat to me!~ā
Paper observed the otherās newly formed hand. Yep - that looks fairly similar to what they are like. Itās weird, yet fascinating to see a being who is able to do this.
Though to the comments Omni made, Paper silently nodded while looking at the floor. That was the first compliment they ever received - at least one that sounded purely genuine about themselves. They heard things about their art every so often - but not about them personally.
āYouāre pretty incredible, PaperJamā¦ Gotta say, Iām really glad I met you today. I donāt know the last time someone genuinely found me interesting in anyway other than how I do what I do.ā
Omniās smile could have brought a puppy back to life with the amount of genuine happiness that threatened to overflow from their eye sockets. Despite being a bit of a quiet and distant person, Paper proved respectful and even kind when he wants to be.
āO..oh. And I guess I am glad to have the opportunity to observe you and be able to ask questionsā¦ā
They kept their glance to the floor as the turned and started to head off, but before they took too many steps away, they turned back and said, āā¦thank youā¦ for the musicā¦ā
Really was kind of awkward in conversation, wasnāt he? Omni tried not to feel offended that he wanted to leave so soon after finding out they had such things in common.
āā¦ Youāre very welcome. And, if you like.. I can always play more music for you sometime. Gotta have something to drown out the silence.ā
Their half-hearted and almost embarrassed smile attempted to act as a second layer mask, hopefully thick enough to silence the voice that just wanted to ask him to wait and talk for a while longer. This was such an odd way to just cut off a conversation. Butā¦ Surely he had important personal reasons for leaving.
Paper looked back up to see that mask on the other - a too familiar mask. Though he knew that if he try to force himself to stay longer - he might just have an overload of emotions just due to how things seemed to be heading. Being around others from an observing distance is fine, but up close and in the conversation? That can get too much too fast.
He can't let their emotions get to him. He just can't.
It's not an option...
"...sorry to leave. I...I have to look at other universes now" That's a lie - he is not going anywhere in particular, "so I should get going..."
He looked back down to the ground and fiddles with his scarf more.
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āā¦.!ā Ohā¦oh god Iām staringā¦.
Paper slapped their face with both their good and not as good hands before nodding yes.
āJustā¦ Iāve never met another being that shifts at least their physical appearance to feel more comfortableā¦you can do more though - which is very interesting. I can only shift my appearance and nothing more.ā
āOh? I guess that makes sense considering how you retracted the ink in your hand! Thatās so cool!~ So.. You can shape-shift to fit whatever appearance you want to have? Thatās really cool!ā
Omni offered, now her, hand out to the other to show them the exact same biological makeup that he had. āI mean, I guess the plus of that is that you never have to feel like you canāt show your real face. Because no matter what, itās still all you and who you make yourself to be. That seems pretty neat to me!~ā
Paper observed the otherās newly formed hand. Yep - that looks fairly similar to what they are like. Itās weird, yet fascinating to see a being who is able to do this.
Though to the comments Omni made, Paper silently nodded while looking at the floor. That was the first compliment they ever received - at least one that sounded purely genuine about themselves. They heard things about their art every so often - but not about them personally.
āYouāre pretty incredible, PaperJamā¦ Gotta say, Iām really glad I met you today. I donāt know the last time someone genuinely found me interesting in anyway other than how I do what I do.ā
Omniās smile could have brought a puppy back to life with the amount of genuine happiness that threatened to overflow from their eye sockets. Despite being a bit of a quiet and distant person, Paper proved respectful and even kind when he wants to be.
"O..oh. And I guess I am glad to have the opportunity to observe you and be able to ask questions..."
They kept their glance to the floor as the turned and started to head off, but before they took too many steps away, they turned back and said, "...thank you... for the music..."
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āā¦.!ā Ohā¦oh god Iām staringā¦.
Paper slapped their face with both their good and not as good hands before nodding yes.
āJustā¦ Iāve never met another being that shifts at least their physical appearance to feel more comfortableā¦you can do more though - which is very interesting. I can only shift my appearance and nothing more.ā
āOh? I guess that makes sense considering how you retracted the ink in your hand! Thatās so cool!~ So.. You can shape-shift to fit whatever appearance you want to have? Thatās really cool!ā
Omni offered, now her, hand out to the other to show them the exact same biological makeup that he had. āI mean, I guess the plus of that is that you never have to feel like you canāt show your real face. Because no matter what, itās still all you and who you make yourself to be. That seems pretty neat to me!~ā
Paper observed the other's newly formed hand. Yep - that looks fairly similar to what they are like. It's weird, yet fascinating to see a being who is able to do this.
Though to the comments Omni made, Paper silently nodded while looking at the floor. That was the first compliment they ever received - at least one that sounded purely genuine about themselves. They heard things about their art every so often - but not about them personally.
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He shuffled his scarf so that it was laying normally behind him, letting his almost reformed hand fall to his side as his right hand stayed at the neck of the scarf, fiddling with it. He cleared his throat and asked, āā¦soā¦ do you shift your make up for specific reasons or to just feel more comfortableā¦? I guess more specifically defining itā¦ are you genderfluid? Or do you just change for other outside reasons? ā¦.ā
Paper knew this felt a little intrusive, but he really did want to know - and while feeling nervous about this - the only indication of his nerves would be him the fiddling the scarf.
āComfort and gender reasons I suppose.. I mean, my uh.. normal.. self.. is a bit.. outlandish to look at. Itās not defined by gender, so I donāt really feel like I have a gender. But I do like switching between the three sometimes. I have the power to do so and I mean.. It makes me happy at least and I donāt have to worry about gawking eyes..ā They paused. āSo I guess the answer is yes?ā
As if to demonstrate their point, Omni pushed themselves up onto their feel as the color of their bones suddenly began to blacken and- drip? RGB and CYMK colors painted over their appearance, the body structure taking on a more feminine look to it. Today is a feminine day.
Omni took on a complete skelinkton biology, twisting their body back and forth to observe their handiwork. Well, these werenāt exactly the colors they were going forā¦ nor that they wantedā¦ But, these mess ups happen now and again. Considering they also just ruined the clothes they wore. Mistakes have been made.
āEh, I feel like being feminine today, but.. I can take on the appearance of any race I want in whatever way I want. Keeps me happy, keeps other people happy.ā
This biological structure sure was new though. It might just be an outer shell of an appearance, but was still freaking weird. Scratching their now inky cheek, the odd monster attempted to hide the blush that threatened to take over their face.
āDoes.. that all make sense? Err, also sorry if you took offense to my.. choice of change..ā
Real smooth, Omni. Real smooth.
Paper just observed - wide eyes and all. He was amazed that there was a being that could shape shift to this extent out in the universes; and doing so right in front of himā¦ he saw that as a good way to show proof. And to the form? He doesnāt really care. All he saw is another being that is at some similar level like himself. Sure - Paper cannot change his species entirely nor his lack of biological gender, but external appearance is something in common. Though it seemed to Paper that Omni was questioning a little with the term of āgenderfluidityā. Oh well - he guessed that at least now they would know something close to how they feel like.
But it is fascinating to see another being that could even look like himself - let alone feel similar to him. They are lucky that they can change their full genderā¦
Though while Paper was thinking of all of this, he was just staring back at Omni; everything was frozen except for his eyes, which were wide with awe.
The tips of the new skelinktons index fingers pressed together in embarrassment. Even their voice took a slightly more feminine tone as they lifted their bright blue eyes to Paper. āIs.. is it weird? Iāve.. never met someone else even remotely similar to myself so I donāt really know if itās weird or not.. You look, far more enthusedā¦? Is it okay to assume this?ā
"....!" Oh...oh god I'm staring....
Paper slapped their face with both their good and not as good hands before nodding yes.
"Just... I've never met another being that shifts at least their physical appearance to feel more comfortable...you can do more though - which is very interesting. I can only shift my appearance and nothing more."
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He shuffled his scarf so that it was laying normally behind him, letting his almost reformed hand fall to his side as his right hand stayed at the neck of the scarf, fiddling with it. He cleared his throat and asked, āā¦soā¦ do you shift your make up for specific reasons or to just feel more comfortableā¦? I guess more specifically defining itā¦ are you genderfluid? Or do you just change for other outside reasons? ā¦.ā
Paper knew this felt a little intrusive, but he really did want to know - and while feeling nervous about this - the only indication of his nerves would be him the fiddling the scarf.
āComfort and gender reasons I suppose.. I mean, my uh.. normal.. self.. is a bit.. outlandish to look at. Itās not defined by gender, so I donāt really feel like I have a gender. But I do like switching between the three sometimes. I have the power to do so and I mean.. It makes me happy at least and I donāt have to worry about gawking eyes..ā They paused. āSo I guess the answer is yes?ā
As if to demonstrate their point, Omni pushed themselves up onto their feel as the color of their bones suddenly began to blacken and- drip? RGB and CYMK colors painted over their appearance, the body structure taking on a more feminine look to it. Today is a feminine day.
Omni took on a complete skelinkton biology, twisting their body back and forth to observe their handiwork. Well, these werenāt exactly the colors they were going forā¦ nor that they wantedā¦ But, these mess ups happen now and again. Considering they also just ruined the clothes they wore. Mistakes have been made.
"Eh, I feel like being feminine today, but.. I can take on the appearance of any race I want in whatever way I want. Keeps me happy, keeps other people happy.ā
This biological structure sure was new though. It might just be an outer shell of an appearance, but was still freaking weird. Scratching their now inky cheek, the odd monster attempted to hide the blush that threatened to take over their face.
āDoes.. that all make sense? Err, also sorry if you took offense to my.. choice of change..ā
Real smooth, Omni. Real smooth.
Paper just observed - wide eyes and all. He was amazed that there was a being that could shape shift to this extent out in the universes; and doing so right in front of him... he saw that as a good way to show proof. And to the form? He doesnāt really care. All he saw is another being that is at some similar level like himself. Sure - Paper cannot change his species entirely nor his lack of biological gender, but external appearance is something in common. Though it seemed to Paper that Omni was questioning a little with the term of 'genderfluidity'. Oh well - he guessed that at least now they would know something close to how they feel like.
But it is fascinating to see another being that could even look like himself - let alone feel similar to him. They are lucky that they can change their full gender...
Though while Paper was thinking of all of this, he was just staring back at Omni; everything was frozen except for his eyes, which were wide with awe.
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āā¦itās fineā¦..wasnāt thinkingā¦ā
Paper mumbled under his breath as he took the notebook back and tucked it within his side pouch. He thought about what else to say - since he knew he couldnāt just leave it on that. Beings of any kind are drawn in by curiosity and questions, so Paper thought it was time to fill in the gaps about his arm.
āā¦didnāt think about how beings are not used to seeing thatā¦hand cramped up so had to fix it. Shifting around ink in order to reform my hand around my structure. Thatās allā
His glare shifted to the wrapped hand then to the ground. Ugh this conversation, though short, wasnāt going the way Paper hoped any conversation would go. He did something stupid and now he had to explain himself before more questions occurā¦ and he doesnāt like doing that. He wasnāt fully sure if Omni would ask like other beings, but he didnāt want to wait and find out. Better to say it all at once instead of waiting for the inevitable.
Omni waved their hand. āHey, no worries. Though that is interesting biology..You donāt have to explain anything you donāt wanna to me. I understand what thatās like. I mean.. ā
They paused, mulling over if they should tell them or not. They could be a bit of a blabber mouth at times and already their actions would raise questions. This person just offered information about themselves that they probably didnāt need to tell Omni; possibly not even wanting to tell them. It was only fair that Omni offered something of themselves as well.
āā¦I can change my biological makeup at will, and uh..well, it raises a lot of questions that people donāt even check to see if theyāre okay to ask. Just, kinda gush questions nonstop. Gets to be a bit much when people donāt understand where to draw the lineā¦ Gist is, I donāt want you to feel obligated to tell me anything you donāt want to. Forcing a conversation isnāt a whole lot of fun.ā
When he heard the other speak up a little about themselvesā¦ it wasnāt something Paper was expecting.
Theyā¦ can change their makeup? Of how they are? He wanted to know if they were somewhat like him - but hearing the sudden questions part - Paper know how that can be. When around other beings figuring out about how he is genderfluid, heād run from anyone wanting to ask about how that is like or anything similar.
Butā¦ like other beingsā¦ curiosity filled within him. He couldnāt help it - heās naturally curious of things and beings that are unique to a world, and Omni seems to be really unique.
āā¦.ā He started to fiddle a little with the scarf around his other hand, āā¦Cā¦can I ask one thing about you? On that topicā¦ā
Omni slid their harp back into its case that hung on their back, expression understanding as they nodded at Paper. āYouāve honestly been the most respectful person Iāve come into contact with about this subject, so feel free to ask whatever questions you like. I donāt mind.~ā
They werenāt lying, anyone who ever figured out Omni could shift their form usually didnāt even offer a single kindness to the odd skeleton. Curiosity can kill the cat, man. Only the cat is Omni and the only satisfaction that would bring them back is at least someone being respectful of their feelings.
He shuffled his scarf so that it was laying normally behind him, letting his almost reformed hand fall to his side as his right hand stayed at the neck of the scarf, fiddling with it. He cleared his throat and asked, "...so... do you shift your make up for specific reasons or to just feel more comfortable...? I guess more specifically defining it... are you genderfluid? Or do you just change for other outside reasons? ...."
Paper knew this felt a little intrusive, but he really did want to know - and while feeling nervous about this - the only indication of his nerves would be him the fiddling the scarf.
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So Paper, what do you think of this Omni?
āThey seem alright. At least they are respectful of privacy and quietness. Iāll at the minimum talk to them another time to make sure that just wasnāt a fluke.ā
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āā¦itās fineā¦..wasnāt thinkingā¦ā
Paper mumbled under his breath as he took the notebook back and tucked it within his side pouch. He thought about what else to say - since he knew he couldnāt just leave it on that. Beings of any kind are drawn in by curiosity and questions, so Paper thought it was time to fill in the gaps about his arm.
āā¦didnāt think about how beings are not used to seeing thatā¦hand cramped up so had to fix it. Shifting around ink in order to reform my hand around my structure. Thatās allā
His glare shifted to the wrapped hand then to the ground. Ugh this conversation, though short, wasnāt going the way Paper hoped any conversation would go. He did something stupid and now he had to explain himself before more questions occurā¦ and he doesnāt like doing that. He wasnāt fully sure if Omni would ask like other beings, but he didnāt want to wait and find out. Better to say it all at once instead of waiting for the inevitable.
Omni waved their hand. āHey, no worries. Though that is interesting biology..You donāt have to explain anything you donāt wanna to me. I understand what thatās like. I mean.. ā
They paused, mulling over if they should tell them or not. They could be a bit of a blabber mouth at times and already their actions would raise questions. This person just offered information about themselves that they probably didnāt need to tell Omni; possibly not even wanting to tell them. It was only fair that Omni offered something of themselves as well.
āā¦I can change my biological makeup at will, and uh..well, it raises a lot of questions that people donāt even check to see if theyāre okay to ask. Just, kinda gush questions nonstop. Gets to be a bit much when people donāt understand where to draw the lineā¦ Gist is, I donāt want you to feel obligated to tell me anything you donāt want to. Forcing a conversation isnāt a whole lot of fun.ā
When he heard the other speak up a little about themselves... it wasn't something Paper was expecting.
They... can change their makeup? Of how they are? He wanted to know if they were somewhat like him - but hearing the sudden questions part - Paper know how that can be. When around other beings figuring out about how he is genderfluid, heād run from anyone wanting to ask about how that is like or anything similar.
But... like other beings... curiosity filled within him. He couldnāt help it - heās naturally curious of things and beings that are unique to a world, and Omni seems to be really unique.
"...." He started to fiddle a little with the scarf around his other hand, "...C...can I ask one thing about you? On that topic..."
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The sudden movement of the other made Paper realize that āheyā¦maybe people are not used to seeing a beings hand disappear and show the inner workings.ā
With that in mind, Paper tried to reform his hand quickly, but the ink wasnāt fully done breaking up yet. With a sigh, he sat up, covering that part of his arm with a portion of his scarf - which honestly looks more ridiculous since the scarf was still sitting around his neck.
Though once back up in the sitting position, Paper couldnāt help but unwrap his arm a little until a few of the strings flopped out - laying there lifeless. It is weird how his body is controlled by the ink, but held together by the strings. But he wish that the strings werenāt even there.
He tugged on them a little, accidentally letting his expression fall a little until he slapped himself out of it and covering the area back up again.
It took him a little bit to look back again to the other - they did provide Paper some musicā¦ so he guessed the ābeing way to do thingsā is to repay. Paper then stood up and shuffled over to the now dry notebook, keeping his face and arm within the scarf as the good hand picked it up and held it in the direction Omni was at.
Paper didnāt look at them, but jiggled the pages in his hand a little to show that he was okay for the other to look at them.
Omni observed this stranger with the utmost interest and respect. Was he ashamed of the strings? Err that was probably their fault that he was trying so hard to cover them up..
However the skeleton looked almost puzzled as PJ offered the notebook to them. Carefully laying their harp in their lap, Omniās delicate fingers slipped around the corners of the book to take it from Papers hand, analyzing the excellent work in detail.
āIāve met a lot of artists.. but none quite with the same level of skill as you do. The colors are absolutely divine and the scene flawless. Quite the impressive work, uh.. Oh I never.. asked your name. How rude of me! They call me Omni, whatās your name?ā
They think itās impressive? Well the only thing other than being a ājudgeā of sorts is painting and drawing so with a lifetime of experience - he can understand from that aspect. But a part of him still thinks it is either not that great or just plain awful.
He pushed their scarf over his face a little - itās one of the ways he knows for sure that no emotion is showing - at least with his mouth. He didnāt really want to say a word, but how else is he going to communicate with this..Omniā¦
With a small breath, he quietly spoke through his scarf - keeping a steady glance back at them, āā¦ā¦Paper Jamā¦ andā¦ā¦ā¦.thanks.ā
Omni Smiled. He seemed nice at least; perhaps antisocial but not a bad person. āThatās a nice name. And uh, sorry about making you feel awkward about your hand. It was a bit of a sudden change that I just wasnāt expecting. Iām used to being gawked at sometimes for some weird differences. I understand itās not the best feeling, so sorry about that.. itās no bother.ā
After a moment of finishing their analysis of the painting, Omni offered it back to the ink blot, careful not to drop it and make themselves look like a bigger foolā¦
"...it's fine.....wasn't thinking..."
Paper mumbled under his breath as he took the notebook back and tucked it within his side pouch. He thought about what else to say - since he knew he couldn't just leave it on that. Beings of any kind are drawn in by curiosity and questions, so Paper thought it was time to fill in the gaps about his arm.
"...didn't think about how beings are not used to seeing that...hand cramped up so had to fix it. Shifting around ink in order to reform my hand around my structure. That's all"
His glare shifted to the wrapped hand then to the ground. Ugh this conversation, though short, wasn't going the way Paper hoped any conversation would go. He did something stupid and now he had to explain himself before more questions occur... and he doesn't like doing that. He wasnāt fully sure if Omni would ask like other beings, but he didnāt want to wait and find out. Better to say it all at once instead of waiting for the inevitable.
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The sudden movement of the other made Paper realize that āheyā¦maybe people are not used to seeing a beings hand disappear and show the inner workings.ā
With that in mind, Paper tried to reform his hand quickly, but the ink wasnāt fully done breaking up yet. With a sigh, he sat up, covering that part of his arm with a portion of his scarf - which honestly looks more ridiculous since the scarf was still sitting around his neck.
Though once back up in the sitting position, Paper couldnāt help but unwrap his arm a little until a few of the strings flopped out - laying there lifeless. It is weird how his body is controlled by the ink, but held together by the strings. But he wish that the strings werenāt even there.
He tugged on them a little, accidentally letting his expression fall a little until he slapped himself out of it and covering the area back up again.
It took him a little bit to look back again to the other - they did provide Paper some musicā¦ so he guessed the ābeing way to do thingsā is to repay. Paper then stood up and shuffled over to the now dry notebook, keeping his face and arm within the scarf as the good hand picked it up and held it in the direction Omni was at.
Paper didnāt look at them, but jiggled the pages in his hand a little to show that he was okay for the other to look at them.
Omni observed this stranger with the utmost interest and respect. Was he ashamed of the strings? Err that was probably their fault that he was trying so hard to cover them up..
However the skeleton looked almost puzzled as PJ offered the notebook to them. Carefully laying their harp in their lap, Omniās delicate fingers slipped around the corners of the book to take it from Papers hand, analyzing the excellent work in detail.
āIāve met a lot of artists.. but none quite with the same level of skill as you do. The colors are absolutely divine and the scene flawless. Quite the impressive work, uh.. Oh I never.. asked your name. How rude of me! They call me Omni, whatās your name?ā
They think it's impressive? Well the only thing other than being a 'judge' of sorts is painting and drawing so with a lifetime of experience - he can understand from that aspect. But a part of him still thinks it is either not that great or just plain awful.
He pushed their scarf over his face a little - it's one of the ways he knows for sure that no emotion is showing - at least with his mouth. He didn't really want to say a word, but how else is he going to communicate with this..Omni...
With a small breath, he quietly spoke through his scarf - keeping a steady glance back at them, "......Paper Jam... and..........thanks."
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Paper was about half way through finishing the picture when he noticed the slight change in the music. It was subtle - but it was noticeable to someone who doesnāt listen to music much like him. Honestly - this music is a nice welcome to the silence of the antivoid where they normally finished sketch work at.
He switched gears and started to paint in the deeper shades and shadows of the scenery - defining the buildings more from the general natural scenery. He couldnāt help but look back behind them to see the other smile a bit.
W-were they smiling at him? Why?
All he was doing was paintingā¦ and the other was just playing musicā¦ No talking - no other noises. Paper does admit for a conversation or a first meeting - it is awkward, but it is certainly more welcomed than the constant questions and talking other beings start out with.
The way they turned and looked at the lavender skeleton surprised them. Was there something on their face? What was that look for? An eye ridge lifted at PJās incredulous glance as their head tilted in response.
āSomething the matter?ā
They spoke softly without a single falter in their music. Once you start the beat, it donāt stop till itās over, ya know?
Paper quickly turned back to his painting in front of him, feeling his soul pressure against the strings around it. Even though it was soft - it still startled Paper to hear the other speak.
It was unexpected for the other to speak now, due to just listening to music this whole time with no voice in an earās reach.
After taking a few breaths, he shook his head before continuing with the shading of the scenery. He quickly resumed the work on placing the defining features in the natural life around the entire area.
The strange monster nodded in acknowledgement as they continued their assault on the strings. Occasionally they would peek at what they could see PJ doing, at least trying not to spook the poor fellow. If he had a heart it looked like it might have stopped for a second there when they spoke. Best not to scare the ink blot, wouldnāt be very nice of Omni to do anyway.
This person admittedly fascinated Omni, but they seemed so very skittish. Wonder why?
A small scowl ended up on Paperās face - not due to the other looking over his work, which he could sense them closer at times - but how he reacted to the otherās voiceā¦
āGOD why did I jump a little there?!ā He thought, āMy soul is still creaking around the strings within me..u g h..ā
He hates showing any emotions to beings that donāt need to know - which is everyone. Luckily, he was now at the highlights part of the image; taking a thin paint brush and with pure white ink, carefully placing it in spots to make the scenery pop.
It took a few moments but finally, Paper placed the materials back into his pouch in a sequence, lay the notebook beside him, opened due to the wetness, and flopped onto his back to look up at the sky with a barley audible sigh. God, he doesnāt know if he liked how he finished that in one go or not - cause now the strings and ink around his left hand are not acting properly enough for him to control it.
So a solution? To retract the ink there and let the strings lay there, spread out almost like a hand but not quite, as he relaxed and tried to ābreatheā
Omni attempted to be respectful of the others privacy, at least hoping to get their attention to be allowed to look at the full completed work. So far from what theyād seen itās quite the impressive skillset.
Their move to ask the other fell short at the sight of the others hand pretty much retracting and leaving threads behind. Curiousā¦ The sight did nothing to startle or upset Omni, but rather amaze them. This certainly was something theyād never once seen before. Creatures of all kinds had their quirks and this one surely had quite a few of themā¦
Omni quickly snapped out of their curious trance, returning their attention back to their harp. How rude! They shouldnāt be gawking at the way someone else is built! They couldnāt even complain considering how they were built made it easy to hide their own odd appearanceā¦
The sudden movement of the other made Paper realize that āhey...maybe people are not used to seeing a beings hand disappear and show the inner workings.ā
With that in mind, Paper tried to reform his hand quickly, but the ink wasn't fully done breaking up yet. With a sigh, he sat up, covering that part of his arm with a portion of his scarf - which honestly looks more ridiculous since the scarf was still sitting around his neck.
Though once back up in the sitting position, Paper couldn't help but unwrap his arm a little until a few of the strings flopped out - laying there lifeless. It is weird how his body is controlled by the ink, but held together by the strings. But he wish that the strings weren't even there.
He tugged on them a little, accidentally letting his expression fall a little until he slapped himself out of it and covering the area back up again.
It took him a little bit to look back again to the other - they did provide Paper some music... so he guessed the ābeing way to do thingsā is to repay. Paper then stood up and shuffled over to the now dry notebook, keeping his face and arm within the scarf as the good hand picked it up and held it in the direction Omni was at.
Paper didn't look at them, but jiggled the pages in his hand a little to show that he was okay for the other to look at them.
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the-printers-jammed:
Paper was about half way through finishing the picture when he noticed the slight change in the music. It was subtle - but it was noticeable to someone who doesnāt listen to music much like him. Honestly - this music is a nice welcome to the silence of the antivoid where they normally finished sketch work at.
He switched gears and started to paint in the deeper shades and shadows of the scenery - defining the buildings more from the general natural scenery. He couldnāt help but look back behind them to see the other smile a bit.
W-were they smiling at him? Why?
All he was doing was paintingā¦ and the other was just playing musicā¦ No talking - no other noises. Paper does admit for a conversation or a first meeting - it is awkward, but it is certainly more welcomed than the constant questions and talking other beings start out with.
The way they turned and looked at the lavender skeleton surprised them. Was there something on their face? What was that look for? An eye ridge lifted at PJās incredulous glance as their head tilted in response.
āSomething the matter?ā
They spoke softly without a single falter in their music. Once you start the beat, it donāt stop till itās over, ya know?
Paper quickly turned back to his painting in front of him, feeling his soul pressure against the strings around it. Even though it was soft - it still startled Paper to hear the other speak.
It was unexpected for the other to speak now, due to just listening to music this whole time with no voice in an earās reach.
After taking a few breaths, he shook his head before continuing with the shading of the scenery. He quickly resumed the work on placing the defining features in the natural life around the entire area.
The strange monster nodded in acknowledgement as they continued their assault on the strings. Occasionally they would peek at what they could see PJ doing, at least trying not to spook the poor fellow. If he had a heart it looked like it might have stopped for a second there when they spoke. Best not to scare the ink blot, wouldnāt be very nice of Omni to do anyway.
This person admittedly fascinated Omni, but they seemed so very skittish. Wonder why?
A small scowl ended up on Paper's face - not due to the other looking over his work, which he could sense them closer at times - but how he reacted to the other's voice...
āGOD why did I jump a little there?!ā He thought, āMy soul is still creaking around the strings within me..u g h..ā
He hates showing any emotions to beings that don't need to know - which is everyone. Luckily, he was now at the highlights part of the image; taking a thin paint brush and with pure white ink, carefully placing it in spots to make the scenery pop.
It took a few moments but finally, Paper placed the materials back into his pouch in a sequence, lay the notebook beside him, opened due to the wetness, and flopped onto his back to look up at the sky with a barley audible sigh. God, he doesn't know if he liked how he finished that in one go or not - cause now the strings and ink around his left hand are not acting properly enough for him to control it.
So a solution? To retract the ink there and let the strings lay there, spread out almost like a hand but not quite, as he relaxed and tried to 'breathe'
the-printers-jammed:
Paper was about half way through finishing the picture when he noticed the slight change in the music. It was subtle - but it was noticeable to someone who doesnāt listen to music much like him. Honestly - this music is a nice welcome to the silence of the antivoid where they normally finished sketch work at.
He switched gears and started to paint in the deeper shades and shadows of the scenery - defining the buildings more from the general natural scenery. He couldnāt help but look back behind them to see the other smile a bit.
W-were they smiling at him? Why?
All he was doing was paintingā¦ and the other was just playing musicā¦ No talking - no other noises. Paper does admit for a conversation or a first meeting - it is awkward, but it is certainly more welcomed than the constant questions and talking other beings start out with.
The way they turned and looked at the lavender skeleton surprised them. Was there something on their face? What was that look for? An eye ridge lifted at PJās incredulous glance as their head tilted in response.
āSomething the matter?ā
They spoke softly without a single falter in their music. Once you start the beat, it donāt stop till itās over, ya know?
Paper quickly turned back to his painting in front of him, feeling his soul pressure against the strings around it. Even though it was soft - it still startled Paper to hear the other speak.
It was unexpected for the other to speak now, due to just listening to music this whole time with no voice in an earās reach.
After taking a few breaths, he shook his head before continuing with the shading of the scenery. He quickly resumed the work on placing the defining features in the natural life around the entire area.
