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@weaponsmithinmylimit
This thing on? Haha just kiddin'!
Saw some people I know were on here and figured I'd join as well! If ya don't know me I ain't surprised. Names Ben and I create weapons for Mann Co! Can make anything from as small as a knife to as big as a tank and all ammo in-between! My commissions are always open so if you needa weapon contact me and we can set up a date to meet in Teufort, if ta ain't a merc then I'm not shipping ya weapon.
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Me when Scout OCs and gay month combine...
This was supposed to be just for practicing a new sketching style (its just thumbnailing actually LOL) but I liked the silhouette sm I had to go with it.
This actually helped me draw faster... this would normally take... what, 3-4 hours? Cut it down by half... Nice.
Smelly sewer rat talks about day outside of chronological order. Stuns local hermit. More at 5.
Idk I just wanted to finish up another thumbnail... is good practice?
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Ghost Ben
Honestly the brunette didn't know when his curiosity started. He saw feathers on the ground and was confused given that they seemed to be from no bird he's ever seen here, though he was happy to touch something kinda soft when he found one. He even traced patterns in the dirt when he was bored sometimes but now that lead him too close to the base, however he didn't care given that he wandered everywhere anyway and nothing really happened.
Currently he idly moved the fluffy thing in his fingers, gliding them over one another in boredom before spotting. Another feather.
He went to go see it though at first he was unable to see that it was attached to a person.
[Dorian was basking in the sun, preening himself lazily as breaks between sewing. His wings were spread, angled so the sun hit his darker feathers. Strips of fabric sat under a paperweight next to him and a thread and needle kit was on his other side]
Ben paused as he saw the wings. He was almost mesmerized seeing them and admired them from where he was, he forgot however that the area around him was a little cold and that there was no breeze that could deny it came from him.
[He looked up, his eyes narrowing. The downy feathers along his neck fluffed up]
"Who's zhere? Show yourself"
[He set down what he was working on and stood up slowly. His wings angled backward, exposing the lighter feathers along the inner wing]
A small yelp escaped Ben as he scotched back, his feet not touching the ground as he levitated slightly.
"S- sorry! Guess I got too close..."
His voice piped up softly though he did look rather guilty.
"I.. I was just admiring your wings.... I'm sorry.."
He mumbled very slightly while looking down at the ground.
"Ah I see. I must apologize myself, I zhought you vere someone else. I don't mind admiration, zhey are quite zhe source of pride for me"
[Dorian bowed theatrically, spreading his wings to show his full wingspan]
Ben's eyes sparkled as he admired them, hands folded nearly in front of himself as he slowly lowered back to the ground.
"I can definitely see why they are a source of pride for you, they're breathtaking."
He said with a smile as he tried not to mumble. He continued to stare but quickly shook his head as he remembered he needed to say something.
"But still it was rather rude of me to sneak up, I'm really sorry."
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Ghost Ben
Honestly the brunette didn't know when his curiosity started. He saw feathers on the ground and was confused given that they seemed to be from no bird he's ever seen here, though he was happy to touch something kinda soft when he found one. He even traced patterns in the dirt when he was bored sometimes but now that lead him too close to the base, however he didn't care given that he wandered everywhere anyway and nothing really happened.
Currently he idly moved the fluffy thing in his fingers, gliding them over one another in boredom before spotting. Another feather.
He went to go see it though at first he was unable to see that it was attached to a person.
[Dorian was basking in the sun, preening himself lazily as breaks between sewing. His wings were spread, angled so the sun hit his darker feathers. Strips of fabric sat under a paperweight next to him and a thread and needle kit was on his other side]
Ben paused as he saw the wings. He was almost mesmerized seeing them and admired them from where he was, he forgot however that the area around him was a little cold and that there was no breeze that could deny it came from him.
[He looked up, his eyes narrowing. The downy feathers along his neck fluffed up]
"Who's zhere? Show yourself"
[He set down what he was working on and stood up slowly. His wings angled backward, exposing the lighter feathers along the inner wing]
A small yelp escaped Ben as he scotched back, his feet not touching the ground as he levitated slightly.
"S- sorry! Guess I got too close..."
His voice piped up softly though he did look rather guilty.
"I.. I was just admiring your wings.... I'm sorry.."
He mumbled very slightly while looking down at the ground.
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Starter for @avian-malpractice
Ghost Ben
Honestly the brunette didn't know when his curiosity started. He saw feathers on the ground and was confused given that they seemed to be from no bird he's ever seen here, though he was happy to touch something kinda soft when he found one. He even traced patterns in the dirt when he was bored sometimes but now that lead him too close to the base, however he didn't care given that he wandered everywhere anyway and nothing really happened.
Currently he idly moved the fluffy thing in his fingers, gliding them over one another in boredom before spotting. Another feather.
He went to go see it though at first he was unable to see that it was attached to a person.
[Dorian was basking in the sun, preening himself lazily as breaks between sewing. His wings were spread, angled so the sun hit his darker feathers. Strips of fabric sat under a paperweight next to him and a thread and needle kit was on his other side]
Ben paused as he saw the wings. He was almost mesmerized seeing them and admired them from where he was, he forgot however that the area around him was a little cold and that there was no breeze that could deny it came from him.
Starter for @avian-malpractice
Ghost Ben
Honestly the brunette didn't know when his curiosity started. He saw feathers on the ground and was confused given that they seemed to be from no bird he's ever seen here, though he was happy to touch something kinda soft when he found one. He even traced patterns in the dirt when he was bored sometimes but now that lead him too close to the base, however he didn't care given that he wandered everywhere anyway and nothing really happened.
Currently he idly moved the fluffy thing in his fingers, gliding them over one another in boredom before spotting. Another feather.
He went to go see it though at first he was unable to see that it was attached to a person.
Me when Scout OCs and gay month combine...
This was supposed to be just for practicing a new sketching style (its just thumbnailing actually LOL) but I liked the silhouette sm I had to go with it.
This actually helped me draw faster... this would normally take... what, 3-4 hours? Cut it down by half... Nice.
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
When the spectre materialized before him, Blu bristled immediately. The hair along his neck and spine stood at attention as his eyes glinted in the dark. His pupils were fixed to the apparition, partly in surprise and partly in curiosity.
After a moment, his tail began to thump against the mattress he was laying on. A new friend? A spooky ghost story to tell the mates back at base? He wasn't sure yet.
He froze when he realized the thumping of his tail. Surely it gave him away, and by the smell the ghost was emitting, he wasn't sure if its intentions were as friendly as himself. He gulped.
Finally Ben looked up Blu and yelped in surprise and phasing through the wall nearby the door. What was that?! All he saw were two bright eyes and heard the thumping.
Even though he was dead that doesn't mean he still didn't get scared. Though maybe this was someone's home? In which case he was a total dick barging in like that.....
Tentatively he poked his head back in though through the door, looking genuinely apologetic.
"S- sorry to whoever is in here... I just saw this camper and thought it was abandoned, I didn't mean to intrude."
He lightly stuttered, voice soft but nervous.
He perked up at the reemergence. He shook his head, collar making a faint jingling noise. He rose to sit up and hopped down off the loft bed. His tall frame straightened up as he looked down at the ghostly head peaking in at him.
"s'alright... pardon me, if anythin', 've never spoken to ah... spirit before..."
His tail began to wag properly behind himself, making a light swishing sound. As his lips curled into a lopsided grin, his fangs glinted in the low light.
The ghost had to crane his neck upwards to even meet the others eyes. Was he surprised? Oh absolutely but he wasn't scared really, just kinda in shock because he genuinely didn't expect it.
Though he realized he was probably being rude by staring like a dumbass and tried to not by looking at something else on Blu like his collar.
"N- no worries.. I've never seen a... Hybrid before..?"
It was phrased more like a question but he didn't want to say the wrong thing and possibly offend him. Carefully he landed on the ground and walked into proper view, the height difference between them was kinda laughable given the foot and four inch difference.
"I'm sorry for probably scaring you."
He quickly said with a slight bow
Blu gave him a proper grin. This ghost seemed rather polite, but it wasn't like he had many other ghost encounters to compare him to. He shook his head, his clawed hands resting on his hips in a sort of laidback pose.
"surprised me, sure, but... dunno. should i be scared of ya?"
The jab was rhetorical, merely an attempt to break some tension. He noted the height difference, but for a man his height? It wasn't exactly a new phenomenon.
"'m Blu. probably the only hybrid 'round here, anyway. who might you be? or... been?"
Ben tried to smile though it was obvious he was a little sad he was asked that, not like hr was expecting anyone to remember him but he kinda hoped....
"I.. was Ben Madden, a weaponsmith..."
He tried not to sound so sad but it's clear that he is, however he tried to just move along with the conversation and not think about his past. With a slight shake of his head to recenter his thoughts he looks back up at Blu with a genuine smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Blu! And I don't think you should be. I didn't enjoy being a jerk in life so in the afterlife I haven't changed."
He offered his right hand to shake. The scars ranging up his arms was a bit more visible now in the moonlight.
He eyed the hand offered to him for a moment. He met the ghost's eyes again before he reached out to take it. He was surprised that his hand didn't pass right through Ben's, but shook it firmly either way. It was obvious in the way his grip shifted that he was used to avoiding clawing whoever he shook hands with.
"a weaponsmith... reckon you were a popular fella, eh? y'seem like a nice bloke t'me."
His eyes, as reflective as a canine's, glinted as his gaze flicked from Ben's face to his scarred arm. He didn't comment, but he took a mental note. Internally he wondered why Ben wasn't revived in the respawn machine.
After all, he'd seen his whole get shot, blown up, lethally punched, stabbed, the works, but they always came back. He wondered why it wasn't the same for the friendly little ghost before him.
He pocketed that question potentially for later. Instead, as he slowly released the ghost's hand, he gestured vaguely to the van around them.
"what brings ya 'round here? 'm not used to visitors in the ol' doghouse..."
Ben was cold to the touch but not in an icy way, kinda like a comforting cool you'd find on a hot day. His hand was a bit calloused so he definitely worked with his hands often when alive.
He looks back his hand and placed them folded at his front. The chains on his waist clinked softly as he tried to just look non intimidating like he had a unconscious fear of being hurt.
"I kinda was, though I doubt you probably saw or heard of me given I was mainly in Teufort."
He tried to laugh that off as he realized he sounded awkward.
"And I'm just wandering, there isn't anywhere for me to go so I'm unsure even where I am."
Nthe shorter said with a very slightly saddened look that he tried to hide.
"reckon you're not far off... still in New Mexico."
He said with a slight shrug. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the bed loft. His stance expressed trust and ease.
"'m a little surprised. if i were a ghosty creature, i'd be flyin' 'round the world... sneakin' into rooms 'm not allowed to be in... y'know, takin' advantage of the fact that 'm dead. what keeps y'tethered to Teufort?"
Well at least he wasn't far from home, though it was clear that Ben didn't think about doing more ghostly things. He paused before just shrugging slightly.
"I didn't think of that in the years I've been one... I mainly had a breakdown for the first few years though my memory is very blurry on on how many exactly."
He folded his arms back in front of him as he gave his explanation, while he didn't really remember how long he knows that he was screaming and crying while unable to will himself to move.
He decided to try and change the subject before he got too into his feels.
"Anyway, you said this was a doghouse? Is that a nickname for this place?"
He softly asked with a tilt of his head.
He nodded along to Ben's explanation. He could tell it was, perhaps, still a bit of a raw subject. He listened intently without asking any pressing questions, just allowing the spirit to tell his side of things.
At the mention of the camper he grinned fondly and gave a nod. His tail swished behind him.
"yep! that's what the team calls it. it's m'own little place to retreat to. i know it's not a... well, it's not exactly what you'd see in a magazine."
He shrugged casually.
"reckon it's cozy enough f'me. and... you, too, if y'keen."
That got him to actually smile this time and nod softly before looking around slightly from where he was.
"Well lucky for you I haven't seen any of those fancy shmancy house magazines, so if it's comfy for you I like it as well!"
He looked back up at Blu with a warm smile as his guard seemed to slightly lower despite still seeming unconsciously afraid to seem intimidating.
He met his gaze properly, sharing the warmth in his own smile. He enjoyed having the rare company in his personal little safe house.
Seeing the tension melt in his unexpected guest, little by little, made a feeling of pride bloom in his chest. His tail picked up its pace in its wagging, falling into a more defined rhythm.
"... yeh. they're not worth the read anyway."
His shoulders shook with a quiet chuckle.
Ben looked a little more happy and even a bit more relaxed seeing Blu's tail wag. Though he stiffened hearing thunder in the distance...
A storm was coming? Great, wonderful! And just when he was relaxing around someone new who was nice to him.
He stiffened, eyes widening. A growl rattled out of him. It was a beastly and inhuman sound and entirely instinctual at the sound of thunder. His tail froze from its wagging, instead tucking between his legs.
"bloody storms..."
He grumbled, glancing at the slatted windows along the side walls of the van. Sure enough, his enhanced hearing could make out the patter of rain a ways away.
Normally a little rain storm was actually quite fun for him, but when the great big beast in the sky started growling (aka, thunder), that was when the fun stopped.
"Rrrgh..."
He growled, hoisting himself back up on the bed loft to get away from the windows.
The brunette looked up at the hybrid and looked down. Should he stay? Should he leave? He didn't know..
He looked down at himself and tugged slightly on his apron- wait. His apron!
He got an idea and unraveled the chains around his waist, it didn't fall to the floor but rather stuck to him kinda like a tail. He untied and unsnapped his apron in order to take it off which left him without the slightly heavy garment and looked back up at the hybrid. He very slowly lifted off the ground and floated up right next to the bed loft, folding his apron in half and offering it to Blu.
"For your ears, it may not be noise cancelling but it's a bit heavy given it was my work apron so it may work to block out some noise."
He offered with a warm smile even though he himself seemed uneasy about the storm.
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
When the spectre materialized before him, Blu bristled immediately. The hair along his neck and spine stood at attention as his eyes glinted in the dark. His pupils were fixed to the apparition, partly in surprise and partly in curiosity.
After a moment, his tail began to thump against the mattress he was laying on. A new friend? A spooky ghost story to tell the mates back at base? He wasn't sure yet.
He froze when he realized the thumping of his tail. Surely it gave him away, and by the smell the ghost was emitting, he wasn't sure if its intentions were as friendly as himself. He gulped.
Finally Ben looked up Blu and yelped in surprise and phasing through the wall nearby the door. What was that?! All he saw were two bright eyes and heard the thumping.
Even though he was dead that doesn't mean he still didn't get scared. Though maybe this was someone's home? In which case he was a total dick barging in like that.....
Tentatively he poked his head back in though through the door, looking genuinely apologetic.
"S- sorry to whoever is in here... I just saw this camper and thought it was abandoned, I didn't mean to intrude."
He lightly stuttered, voice soft but nervous.
He perked up at the reemergence. He shook his head, collar making a faint jingling noise. He rose to sit up and hopped down off the loft bed. His tall frame straightened up as he looked down at the ghostly head peaking in at him.
"s'alright... pardon me, if anythin', 've never spoken to ah... spirit before..."
His tail began to wag properly behind himself, making a light swishing sound. As his lips curled into a lopsided grin, his fangs glinted in the low light.
The ghost had to crane his neck upwards to even meet the others eyes. Was he surprised? Oh absolutely but he wasn't scared really, just kinda in shock because he genuinely didn't expect it.
Though he realized he was probably being rude by staring like a dumbass and tried to not by looking at something else on Blu like his collar.
"N- no worries.. I've never seen a... Hybrid before..?"
It was phrased more like a question but he didn't want to say the wrong thing and possibly offend him. Carefully he landed on the ground and walked into proper view, the height difference between them was kinda laughable given the foot and four inch difference.
"I'm sorry for probably scaring you."
He quickly said with a slight bow
Blu gave him a proper grin. This ghost seemed rather polite, but it wasn't like he had many other ghost encounters to compare him to. He shook his head, his clawed hands resting on his hips in a sort of laidback pose.
"surprised me, sure, but... dunno. should i be scared of ya?"
The jab was rhetorical, merely an attempt to break some tension. He noted the height difference, but for a man his height? It wasn't exactly a new phenomenon.
"'m Blu. probably the only hybrid 'round here, anyway. who might you be? or... been?"
Ben tried to smile though it was obvious he was a little sad he was asked that, not like hr was expecting anyone to remember him but he kinda hoped....
"I.. was Ben Madden, a weaponsmith..."
He tried not to sound so sad but it's clear that he is, however he tried to just move along with the conversation and not think about his past. With a slight shake of his head to recenter his thoughts he looks back up at Blu with a genuine smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Blu! And I don't think you should be. I didn't enjoy being a jerk in life so in the afterlife I haven't changed."
He offered his right hand to shake. The scars ranging up his arms was a bit more visible now in the moonlight.
He eyed the hand offered to him for a moment. He met the ghost's eyes again before he reached out to take it. He was surprised that his hand didn't pass right through Ben's, but shook it firmly either way. It was obvious in the way his grip shifted that he was used to avoiding clawing whoever he shook hands with.
"a weaponsmith... reckon you were a popular fella, eh? y'seem like a nice bloke t'me."
His eyes, as reflective as a canine's, glinted as his gaze flicked from Ben's face to his scarred arm. He didn't comment, but he took a mental note. Internally he wondered why Ben wasn't revived in the respawn machine.
After all, he'd seen his whole get shot, blown up, lethally punched, stabbed, the works, but they always came back. He wondered why it wasn't the same for the friendly little ghost before him.
He pocketed that question potentially for later. Instead, as he slowly released the ghost's hand, he gestured vaguely to the van around them.
"what brings ya 'round here? 'm not used to visitors in the ol' doghouse..."
Ben was cold to the touch but not in an icy way, kinda like a comforting cool you'd find on a hot day. His hand was a bit calloused so he definitely worked with his hands often when alive.
He looks back his hand and placed them folded at his front. The chains on his waist clinked softly as he tried to just look non intimidating like he had a unconscious fear of being hurt.
"I kinda was, though I doubt you probably saw or heard of me given I was mainly in Teufort."
He tried to laugh that off as he realized he sounded awkward.
"And I'm just wandering, there isn't anywhere for me to go so I'm unsure even where I am."
Nthe shorter said with a very slightly saddened look that he tried to hide.
"reckon you're not far off... still in New Mexico."
He said with a slight shrug. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the bed loft. His stance expressed trust and ease.
"'m a little surprised. if i were a ghosty creature, i'd be flyin' 'round the world... sneakin' into rooms 'm not allowed to be in... y'know, takin' advantage of the fact that 'm dead. what keeps y'tethered to Teufort?"
Well at least he wasn't far from home, though it was clear that Ben didn't think about doing more ghostly things. He paused before just shrugging slightly.
"I didn't think of that in the years I've been one... I mainly had a breakdown for the first few years though my memory is very blurry on on how many exactly."
He folded his arms back in front of him as he gave his explanation, while he didn't really remember how long he knows that he was screaming and crying while unable to will himself to move.
He decided to try and change the subject before he got too into his feels.
"Anyway, you said this was a doghouse? Is that a nickname for this place?"
He softly asked with a tilt of his head.
He nodded along to Ben's explanation. He could tell it was, perhaps, still a bit of a raw subject. He listened intently without asking any pressing questions, just allowing the spirit to tell his side of things.
At the mention of the camper he grinned fondly and gave a nod. His tail swished behind him.
"yep! that's what the team calls it. it's m'own little place to retreat to. i know it's not a... well, it's not exactly what you'd see in a magazine."
He shrugged casually.
"reckon it's cozy enough f'me. and... you, too, if y'keen."
That got him to actually smile this time and nod softly before looking around slightly from where he was.
"Well lucky for you I haven't seen any of those fancy shmancy house magazines, so if it's comfy for you I like it as well!"
He looked back up at Blu with a warm smile as his guard seemed to slightly lower despite still seeming unconsciously afraid to seem intimidating.
He met his gaze properly, sharing the warmth in his own smile. He enjoyed having the rare company in his personal little safe house.
Seeing the tension melt in his unexpected guest, little by little, made a feeling of pride bloom in his chest. His tail picked up its pace in its wagging, falling into a more defined rhythm.
"... yeh. they're not worth the read anyway."
His shoulders shook with a quiet chuckle.
Ben looked a little more happy and even a bit more relaxed seeing Blu's tail wag. Though he stiffened hearing thunder in the distance...
A storm was coming? Great, wonderful! And just when he was relaxing around someone new who was nice to him.
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
When the spectre materialized before him, Blu bristled immediately. The hair along his neck and spine stood at attention as his eyes glinted in the dark. His pupils were fixed to the apparition, partly in surprise and partly in curiosity.
After a moment, his tail began to thump against the mattress he was laying on. A new friend? A spooky ghost story to tell the mates back at base? He wasn't sure yet.
He froze when he realized the thumping of his tail. Surely it gave him away, and by the smell the ghost was emitting, he wasn't sure if its intentions were as friendly as himself. He gulped.
Finally Ben looked up Blu and yelped in surprise and phasing through the wall nearby the door. What was that?! All he saw were two bright eyes and heard the thumping.
Even though he was dead that doesn't mean he still didn't get scared. Though maybe this was someone's home? In which case he was a total dick barging in like that.....
Tentatively he poked his head back in though through the door, looking genuinely apologetic.
"S- sorry to whoever is in here... I just saw this camper and thought it was abandoned, I didn't mean to intrude."
He lightly stuttered, voice soft but nervous.
He perked up at the reemergence. He shook his head, collar making a faint jingling noise. He rose to sit up and hopped down off the loft bed. His tall frame straightened up as he looked down at the ghostly head peaking in at him.
"s'alright... pardon me, if anythin', 've never spoken to ah... spirit before..."
His tail began to wag properly behind himself, making a light swishing sound. As his lips curled into a lopsided grin, his fangs glinted in the low light.
The ghost had to crane his neck upwards to even meet the others eyes. Was he surprised? Oh absolutely but he wasn't scared really, just kinda in shock because he genuinely didn't expect it.
Though he realized he was probably being rude by staring like a dumbass and tried to not by looking at something else on Blu like his collar.
"N- no worries.. I've never seen a... Hybrid before..?"
It was phrased more like a question but he didn't want to say the wrong thing and possibly offend him. Carefully he landed on the ground and walked into proper view, the height difference between them was kinda laughable given the foot and four inch difference.
"I'm sorry for probably scaring you."
He quickly said with a slight bow
Blu gave him a proper grin. This ghost seemed rather polite, but it wasn't like he had many other ghost encounters to compare him to. He shook his head, his clawed hands resting on his hips in a sort of laidback pose.
"surprised me, sure, but... dunno. should i be scared of ya?"
The jab was rhetorical, merely an attempt to break some tension. He noted the height difference, but for a man his height? It wasn't exactly a new phenomenon.
"'m Blu. probably the only hybrid 'round here, anyway. who might you be? or... been?"
Ben tried to smile though it was obvious he was a little sad he was asked that, not like hr was expecting anyone to remember him but he kinda hoped....
"I.. was Ben Madden, a weaponsmith..."
He tried not to sound so sad but it's clear that he is, however he tried to just move along with the conversation and not think about his past. With a slight shake of his head to recenter his thoughts he looks back up at Blu with a genuine smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Blu! And I don't think you should be. I didn't enjoy being a jerk in life so in the afterlife I haven't changed."
He offered his right hand to shake. The scars ranging up his arms was a bit more visible now in the moonlight.
He eyed the hand offered to him for a moment. He met the ghost's eyes again before he reached out to take it. He was surprised that his hand didn't pass right through Ben's, but shook it firmly either way. It was obvious in the way his grip shifted that he was used to avoiding clawing whoever he shook hands with.
"a weaponsmith... reckon you were a popular fella, eh? y'seem like a nice bloke t'me."
His eyes, as reflective as a canine's, glinted as his gaze flicked from Ben's face to his scarred arm. He didn't comment, but he took a mental note. Internally he wondered why Ben wasn't revived in the respawn machine.
After all, he'd seen his whole get shot, blown up, lethally punched, stabbed, the works, but they always came back. He wondered why it wasn't the same for the friendly little ghost before him.
He pocketed that question potentially for later. Instead, as he slowly released the ghost's hand, he gestured vaguely to the van around them.
"what brings ya 'round here? 'm not used to visitors in the ol' doghouse..."
Ben was cold to the touch but not in an icy way, kinda like a comforting cool you'd find on a hot day. His hand was a bit calloused so he definitely worked with his hands often when alive.
He looks back his hand and placed them folded at his front. The chains on his waist clinked softly as he tried to just look non intimidating like he had a unconscious fear of being hurt.
"I kinda was, though I doubt you probably saw or heard of me given I was mainly in Teufort."
He tried to laugh that off as he realized he sounded awkward.
"And I'm just wandering, there isn't anywhere for me to go so I'm unsure even where I am."
Nthe shorter said with a very slightly saddened look that he tried to hide.
"reckon you're not far off... still in New Mexico."
He said with a slight shrug. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the bed loft. His stance expressed trust and ease.
"'m a little surprised. if i were a ghosty creature, i'd be flyin' 'round the world... sneakin' into rooms 'm not allowed to be in... y'know, takin' advantage of the fact that 'm dead. what keeps y'tethered to Teufort?"
Well at least he wasn't far from home, though it was clear that Ben didn't think about doing more ghostly things. He paused before just shrugging slightly.
"I didn't think of that in the years I've been one... I mainly had a breakdown for the first few years though my memory is very blurry on on how many exactly."
He folded his arms back in front of him as he gave his explanation, while he didn't really remember how long he knows that he was screaming and crying while unable to will himself to move.
He decided to try and change the subject before he got too into his feels.
"Anyway, you said this was a doghouse? Is that a nickname for this place?"
He softly asked with a tilt of his head.
He nodded along to Ben's explanation. He could tell it was, perhaps, still a bit of a raw subject. He listened intently without asking any pressing questions, just allowing the spirit to tell his side of things.
At the mention of the camper he grinned fondly and gave a nod. His tail swished behind him.
"yep! that's what the team calls it. it's m'own little place to retreat to. i know it's not a... well, it's not exactly what you'd see in a magazine."
He shrugged casually.
"reckon it's cozy enough f'me. and... you, too, if y'keen."
That got him to actually smile this time and nod softly before looking around slightly from where he was.
"Well lucky for you I haven't seen any of those fancy shmancy house magazines, so if it's comfy for you I like it as well!"
He looked back up at Blu with a warm smile as his guard seemed to slightly lower despite still seeming unconsciously afraid to seem intimidating.
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
When the spectre materialized before him, Blu bristled immediately. The hair along his neck and spine stood at attention as his eyes glinted in the dark. His pupils were fixed to the apparition, partly in surprise and partly in curiosity.
After a moment, his tail began to thump against the mattress he was laying on. A new friend? A spooky ghost story to tell the mates back at base? He wasn't sure yet.
He froze when he realized the thumping of his tail. Surely it gave him away, and by the smell the ghost was emitting, he wasn't sure if its intentions were as friendly as himself. He gulped.
Finally Ben looked up Blu and yelped in surprise and phasing through the wall nearby the door. What was that?! All he saw were two bright eyes and heard the thumping.
Even though he was dead that doesn't mean he still didn't get scared. Though maybe this was someone's home? In which case he was a total dick barging in like that.....
Tentatively he poked his head back in though through the door, looking genuinely apologetic.
"S- sorry to whoever is in here... I just saw this camper and thought it was abandoned, I didn't mean to intrude."
He lightly stuttered, voice soft but nervous.
He perked up at the reemergence. He shook his head, collar making a faint jingling noise. He rose to sit up and hopped down off the loft bed. His tall frame straightened up as he looked down at the ghostly head peaking in at him.
"s'alright... pardon me, if anythin', 've never spoken to ah... spirit before..."
His tail began to wag properly behind himself, making a light swishing sound. As his lips curled into a lopsided grin, his fangs glinted in the low light.
The ghost had to crane his neck upwards to even meet the others eyes. Was he surprised? Oh absolutely but he wasn't scared really, just kinda in shock because he genuinely didn't expect it.
Though he realized he was probably being rude by staring like a dumbass and tried to not by looking at something else on Blu like his collar.
"N- no worries.. I've never seen a... Hybrid before..?"
It was phrased more like a question but he didn't want to say the wrong thing and possibly offend him. Carefully he landed on the ground and walked into proper view, the height difference between them was kinda laughable given the foot and four inch difference.
"I'm sorry for probably scaring you."
He quickly said with a slight bow
Blu gave him a proper grin. This ghost seemed rather polite, but it wasn't like he had many other ghost encounters to compare him to. He shook his head, his clawed hands resting on his hips in a sort of laidback pose.
"surprised me, sure, but... dunno. should i be scared of ya?"
The jab was rhetorical, merely an attempt to break some tension. He noted the height difference, but for a man his height? It wasn't exactly a new phenomenon.
"'m Blu. probably the only hybrid 'round here, anyway. who might you be? or... been?"
Ben tried to smile though it was obvious he was a little sad he was asked that, not like hr was expecting anyone to remember him but he kinda hoped....
"I.. was Ben Madden, a weaponsmith..."
He tried not to sound so sad but it's clear that he is, however he tried to just move along with the conversation and not think about his past. With a slight shake of his head to recenter his thoughts he looks back up at Blu with a genuine smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Blu! And I don't think you should be. I didn't enjoy being a jerk in life so in the afterlife I haven't changed."
He offered his right hand to shake. The scars ranging up his arms was a bit more visible now in the moonlight.
He eyed the hand offered to him for a moment. He met the ghost's eyes again before he reached out to take it. He was surprised that his hand didn't pass right through Ben's, but shook it firmly either way. It was obvious in the way his grip shifted that he was used to avoiding clawing whoever he shook hands with.
"a weaponsmith... reckon you were a popular fella, eh? y'seem like a nice bloke t'me."
His eyes, as reflective as a canine's, glinted as his gaze flicked from Ben's face to his scarred arm. He didn't comment, but he took a mental note. Internally he wondered why Ben wasn't revived in the respawn machine.
After all, he'd seen his whole get shot, blown up, lethally punched, stabbed, the works, but they always came back. He wondered why it wasn't the same for the friendly little ghost before him.
He pocketed that question potentially for later. Instead, as he slowly released the ghost's hand, he gestured vaguely to the van around them.
"what brings ya 'round here? 'm not used to visitors in the ol' doghouse..."
Ben was cold to the touch but not in an icy way, kinda like a comforting cool you'd find on a hot day. His hand was a bit calloused so he definitely worked with his hands often when alive.
He looks back his hand and placed them folded at his front. The chains on his waist clinked softly as he tried to just look non intimidating like he had a unconscious fear of being hurt.
"I kinda was, though I doubt you probably saw or heard of me given I was mainly in Teufort."
He tried to laugh that off as he realized he sounded awkward.
"And I'm just wandering, there isn't anywhere for me to go so I'm unsure even where I am."
Nthe shorter said with a very slightly saddened look that he tried to hide.
"reckon you're not far off... still in New Mexico."
He said with a slight shrug. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the bed loft. His stance expressed trust and ease.
"'m a little surprised. if i were a ghosty creature, i'd be flyin' 'round the world... sneakin' into rooms 'm not allowed to be in... y'know, takin' advantage of the fact that 'm dead. what keeps y'tethered to Teufort?"
Well at least he wasn't far from home, though it was clear that Ben didn't think about doing more ghostly things. He paused before just shrugging slightly.
"I didn't think of that in the years I've been one... I mainly had a breakdown for the first few years though my memory is very blurry on on how many exactly."
He folded his arms back in front of him as he gave his explanation, while he didn't really remember how long he knows that he was screaming and crying while unable to will himself to move.
He decided to try and change the subject before he got too into his feels.
"Anyway, you said this was a doghouse? Is that a nickname for this place?"
He softly asked with a tilt of his head.
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
When the spectre materialized before him, Blu bristled immediately. The hair along his neck and spine stood at attention as his eyes glinted in the dark. His pupils were fixed to the apparition, partly in surprise and partly in curiosity.
After a moment, his tail began to thump against the mattress he was laying on. A new friend? A spooky ghost story to tell the mates back at base? He wasn't sure yet.
He froze when he realized the thumping of his tail. Surely it gave him away, and by the smell the ghost was emitting, he wasn't sure if its intentions were as friendly as himself. He gulped.
Finally Ben looked up Blu and yelped in surprise and phasing through the wall nearby the door. What was that?! All he saw were two bright eyes and heard the thumping.
Even though he was dead that doesn't mean he still didn't get scared. Though maybe this was someone's home? In which case he was a total dick barging in like that.....
Tentatively he poked his head back in though through the door, looking genuinely apologetic.
"S- sorry to whoever is in here... I just saw this camper and thought it was abandoned, I didn't mean to intrude."
He lightly stuttered, voice soft but nervous.
He perked up at the reemergence. He shook his head, collar making a faint jingling noise. He rose to sit up and hopped down off the loft bed. His tall frame straightened up as he looked down at the ghostly head peaking in at him.
"s'alright... pardon me, if anythin', 've never spoken to ah... spirit before..."
His tail began to wag properly behind himself, making a light swishing sound. As his lips curled into a lopsided grin, his fangs glinted in the low light.
The ghost had to crane his neck upwards to even meet the others eyes. Was he surprised? Oh absolutely but he wasn't scared really, just kinda in shock because he genuinely didn't expect it.
Though he realized he was probably being rude by staring like a dumbass and tried to not by looking at something else on Blu like his collar.
"N- no worries.. I've never seen a... Hybrid before..?"
It was phrased more like a question but he didn't want to say the wrong thing and possibly offend him. Carefully he landed on the ground and walked into proper view, the height difference between them was kinda laughable given the foot and four inch difference.
"I'm sorry for probably scaring you."
He quickly said with a slight bow
Blu gave him a proper grin. This ghost seemed rather polite, but it wasn't like he had many other ghost encounters to compare him to. He shook his head, his clawed hands resting on his hips in a sort of laidback pose.
"surprised me, sure, but... dunno. should i be scared of ya?"
The jab was rhetorical, merely an attempt to break some tension. He noted the height difference, but for a man his height? It wasn't exactly a new phenomenon.
"'m Blu. probably the only hybrid 'round here, anyway. who might you be? or... been?"
Ben tried to smile though it was obvious he was a little sad he was asked that, not like hr was expecting anyone to remember him but he kinda hoped....
"I.. was Ben Madden, a weaponsmith..."
He tried not to sound so sad but it's clear that he is, however he tried to just move along with the conversation and not think about his past. With a slight shake of his head to recenter his thoughts he looks back up at Blu with a genuine smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Blu! And I don't think you should be. I didn't enjoy being a jerk in life so in the afterlife I haven't changed."
He offered his right hand to shake. The scars ranging up his arms was a bit more visible now in the moonlight.
He eyed the hand offered to him for a moment. He met the ghost's eyes again before he reached out to take it. He was surprised that his hand didn't pass right through Ben's, but shook it firmly either way. It was obvious in the way his grip shifted that he was used to avoiding clawing whoever he shook hands with.
"a weaponsmith... reckon you were a popular fella, eh? y'seem like a nice bloke t'me."
His eyes, as reflective as a canine's, glinted as his gaze flicked from Ben's face to his scarred arm. He didn't comment, but he took a mental note. Internally he wondered why Ben wasn't revived in the respawn machine.
After all, he'd seen his whole get shot, blown up, lethally punched, stabbed, the works, but they always came back. He wondered why it wasn't the same for the friendly little ghost before him.
He pocketed that question potentially for later. Instead, as he slowly released the ghost's hand, he gestured vaguely to the van around them.
"what brings ya 'round here? 'm not used to visitors in the ol' doghouse..."
Ben was cold to the touch but not in an icy way, kinda like a comforting cool you'd find on a hot day. His hand was a bit calloused so he definitely worked with his hands often when alive.
He looks back his hand and placed them folded at his front. The chains on his waist clinked softly as he tried to just look non intimidating like he had a unconscious fear of being hurt.
"I kinda was, though I doubt you probably saw or heard of me given I was mainly in Teufort."
He tried to laugh that off as he realized he sounded awkward.
"And I'm just wandering, there isn't anywhere for me to go so I'm unsure even where I am."
Nthe shorter said with a very slightly saddened look that he tried to hide.
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
When the spectre materialized before him, Blu bristled immediately. The hair along his neck and spine stood at attention as his eyes glinted in the dark. His pupils were fixed to the apparition, partly in surprise and partly in curiosity.
After a moment, his tail began to thump against the mattress he was laying on. A new friend? A spooky ghost story to tell the mates back at base? He wasn't sure yet.
He froze when he realized the thumping of his tail. Surely it gave him away, and by the smell the ghost was emitting, he wasn't sure if its intentions were as friendly as himself. He gulped.
Finally Ben looked up Blu and yelped in surprise and phasing through the wall nearby the door. What was that?! All he saw were two bright eyes and heard the thumping.
Even though he was dead that doesn't mean he still didn't get scared. Though maybe this was someone's home? In which case he was a total dick barging in like that.....
Tentatively he poked his head back in though through the door, looking genuinely apologetic.
"S- sorry to whoever is in here... I just saw this camper and thought it was abandoned, I didn't mean to intrude."
He lightly stuttered, voice soft but nervous.
He perked up at the reemergence. He shook his head, collar making a faint jingling noise. He rose to sit up and hopped down off the loft bed. His tall frame straightened up as he looked down at the ghostly head peaking in at him.
"s'alright... pardon me, if anythin', 've never spoken to ah... spirit before..."
His tail began to wag properly behind himself, making a light swishing sound. As his lips curled into a lopsided grin, his fangs glinted in the low light.
The ghost had to crane his neck upwards to even meet the others eyes. Was he surprised? Oh absolutely but he wasn't scared really, just kinda in shock because he genuinely didn't expect it.
Though he realized he was probably being rude by staring like a dumbass and tried to not by looking at something else on Blu like his collar.
"N- no worries.. I've never seen a... Hybrid before..?"
It was phrased more like a question but he didn't want to say the wrong thing and possibly offend him. Carefully he landed on the ground and walked into proper view, the height difference between them was kinda laughable given the foot and four inch difference.
"I'm sorry for probably scaring you."
He quickly said with a slight bow
Blu gave him a proper grin. This ghost seemed rather polite, but it wasn't like he had many other ghost encounters to compare him to. He shook his head, his clawed hands resting on his hips in a sort of laidback pose.
"surprised me, sure, but... dunno. should i be scared of ya?"
The jab was rhetorical, merely an attempt to break some tension. He noted the height difference, but for a man his height? It wasn't exactly a new phenomenon.
"'m Blu. probably the only hybrid 'round here, anyway. who might you be? or... been?"
Ben tried to smile though it was obvious he was a little sad he was asked that, not like hr was expecting anyone to remember him but he kinda hoped....
"I.. was Ben Madden, a weaponsmith..."
He tried not to sound so sad but it's clear that he is, however he tried to just move along with the conversation and not think about his past. With a slight shake of his head to recenter his thoughts he looks back up at Blu with a genuine smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Blu! And I don't think you should be. I didn't enjoy being a jerk in life so in the afterlife I haven't changed."
He offered his right hand to shake. The scars ranging up his arms was a bit more visible now in the moonlight.
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
When the spectre materialized before him, Blu bristled immediately. The hair along his neck and spine stood at attention as his eyes glinted in the dark. His pupils were fixed to the apparition, partly in surprise and partly in curiosity.
After a moment, his tail began to thump against the mattress he was laying on. A new friend? A spooky ghost story to tell the mates back at base? He wasn't sure yet.
He froze when he realized the thumping of his tail. Surely it gave him away, and by the smell the ghost was emitting, he wasn't sure if its intentions were as friendly as himself. He gulped.
Finally Ben looked up Blu and yelped in surprise and phasing through the wall nearby the door. What was that?! All he saw were two bright eyes and heard the thumping.
Even though he was dead that doesn't mean he still didn't get scared. Though maybe this was someone's home? In which case he was a total dick barging in like that.....
Tentatively he poked his head back in though through the door, looking genuinely apologetic.
"S- sorry to whoever is in here... I just saw this camper and thought it was abandoned, I didn't mean to intrude."
He lightly stuttered, voice soft but nervous.
He perked up at the reemergence. He shook his head, collar making a faint jingling noise. He rose to sit up and hopped down off the loft bed. His tall frame straightened up as he looked down at the ghostly head peaking in at him.
"s'alright... pardon me, if anythin', 've never spoken to ah... spirit before..."
His tail began to wag properly behind himself, making a light swishing sound. As his lips curled into a lopsided grin, his fangs glinted in the low light.
The ghost had to crane his neck upwards to even meet the others eyes. Was he surprised? Oh absolutely but he wasn't scared really, just kinda in shock because he genuinely didn't expect it.
Though he realized he was probably being rude by staring like a dumbass and tried to not by looking at something else on Blu like his collar.
"N- no worries.. I've never seen a... Hybrid before..?"
It was phrased more like a question but he didn't want to say the wrong thing and possibly offend him. Carefully he landed on the ground and walked into proper view, the height difference between them was kinda laughable given the foot and four inch difference.
"I'm sorry for probably scaring you."
He quickly said with a slight bow
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
When the spectre materialized before him, Blu bristled immediately. The hair along his neck and spine stood at attention as his eyes glinted in the dark. His pupils were fixed to the apparition, partly in surprise and partly in curiosity.
After a moment, his tail began to thump against the mattress he was laying on. A new friend? A spooky ghost story to tell the mates back at base? He wasn't sure yet.
He froze when he realized the thumping of his tail. Surely it gave him away, and by the smell the ghost was emitting, he wasn't sure if its intentions were as friendly as himself. He gulped.
Finally Ben looked up Blu and yelped in surprise and phasing through the wall nearby the door. What was that?! All he saw were two bright eyes and heard the thumping.
Even though he was dead that doesn't mean he still didn't get scared. Though maybe this was someone's home? In which case he was a total dick barging in like that.....
Tentatively he poked his head back in though through the door, looking genuinely apologetic.
"S- sorry to whoever is in here... I just saw this camper and thought it was abandoned, I didn't mean to intrude."
He lightly stuttered, voice soft but nervous.
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Ghost Ben
The moon shone high above the few clouds that marked the sky, honestly Ben had no idea where he was. He's been wandering for so long he's unsure if he's even still in Teufort-
The brunettes eyes glance at something in the distance, squinting he can make out an old camper...? He isn't too sure from this distance...
Would it hurt to check? Probably not considering he can't die soooooo...
He floated off the ground softly as he went to inspect. Honestly not wanting to make too much noise even if he'll be unharmed.
Blu was curled up in the bed loft within the old camper van. He wasn't quite asleep, not yet. Before he could properly drift off, he felt a certain presence; something a normal human may not have the sense for.
He lifted his head from the arm he was rested against, looking around the camper cabin to try to spot what he was sensing. He gave a few thoughtful sniffs.
The short male floated inside and at first he didn't spot Blu. His movements were calm and he didn't hold a malicious air but rather a curious one.
Weirdly he smelled like storm rain but also metallicy like blood even though none was visible. He still looked in the dark area, completely oblivious to the other.
