Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » The Vagueness of it All.(1x1 with Mel)

The cat may have struggled, but Vague held it firmly though not too firm to break it. While it continued to frail around, the transverse's hand took in the texture of the fur, but as the cat came to bite Vague froze. Because it was not stealing a face it's cells were not adjusted to pain, however it could still feel. For the moment it watched as the cat made assault after assault, Vague eventually becoming bored with the sight before it dropped the feline.

Its new interest was the television. That was new. Vague stood behind the sofa in which Novella sat, but not long until it made its way around to examine the screen further.

Novella's eyelids lightly flickered over her glassy vision. She inhaled a breath as she felt something brush her leg. She immediately calmed, believing it was her cat rubbing against her. She held out her open hand for him to stroke his head against her palm. She smiled at a dry joke and opened up a separate Screen to check her bank account. Her right eye was shiny with fluttering color and her left scribbled with text. She turned down the volume, listening for the sounds of her feline moving about.

The hand was disregarded, Vague brushing by it and leaning down to be eye level with the woman, or what would be eye level for the transverse who, at the moment, lacked any sort of vision with a blank canvas as a face. Of course this didn't mean it could not see. Somehow it was still able to analyze the miniscule screens, fluttering with color in one eye then black and white in the next.

Such an often intrigued creature scrutinized each detail from Novella's irises to the whites of her eyes and even the nearly invisible red veins that eventually disappeared once they'd reached further enough unto the center. Close proximity was clearly disregarded as though personal space was nonexistent. Nothing seemed to be existent besides the transverse and her eyes in its brief moment of study.

Novella felt something light brush her hand. It had to be Pangur. She smiled and patted her lap for her cat to sit. With her other hand she scooped another spoonful of gelato into her mouth with satisfaction. She skimmed over the text and removed the other screen as a commercial started up, focusing fully on the bank statements. Her account was fine as well as her invoices.

She pondered a moment. Why was she worrying about her money? The Council and Committee's would never let anything harm her in any way. Novella shouldn't worry about anything, right? She was safe. Yet, she felt uneasy. Something wasn't right. Novella did her best to shrug it off and shut down the Screen, starting to rise from the seat.

Having had its examination, Vague's focus drifted to other objects in the room, and it stood straight once more, however not as itself. Surely by now it had taken in the woman's every feature though what was under her clothes was nothing to be addressed. The majority of womens' parts were the same. Her figure works well enough. It'd even taken some of her dead skin cells that tumbled right onto it's.. skin? Either way, her identity was possessed. No longer did it belong to just her.

Novella's clone, per say, sauntered away from the couch and straight into the kitchen. Its destinations consisted of a fridge and everything within, most definitely the sink, and the dish washer. Though Vague had opened them it hadn't closed not one cabinet in it's wake. Everything was wide open and leaving the kitchen to feel like a small, cramped space.

Novella immediately saw Pangur sprawled on the floor, fur puffed out and tail twitching. She squeezed her eyebrows together and bent down to meet his height. His multicolored eyes were wide, pupils blown wide. His fluffy tail smacked the floor with a thud.

"What's wrong Pangur?" Her voice was laced with concern as she lightly stroked his fur. He almost growled as he glared into the kitchen. Novella's blood suddenly grew cold. Was someone there? Novella believed that there was no way, but she could never be too sure. She slowly stood up and jumped as her feline friend dashed into the other room. Novella turned her attention back to the room she feared. A shiver snaked her way up her spine as she tiptoed slowly into the kitchen.

Every now and then a clink or a shift was heard in the kitchen, the occasional opening and closing of cabinets. Vague was doing what it did best and left a mess in its wake, having taken things from their rightful places like spices, cups, mugs, pots, pans. It was merely taking everything out and setting it for display on the counter tops, some dishes nearly toppling over the other.

In the very corner of its eye, her eye, the transverse, aware that it was using the face of Novella had quickly reverted to the man it once was. He was frozen in place, his eyes watching intently as she attempted to mutely approach. Had he something to say. No? He-it- had no excuse as to why it was in here house and if she asked he wouldn't answer.

Novella came face-to-face with the piercing-eyed male from before. She grabbed a knife from the nearby counter and wielded it, facing the tip of the blade at his throat. She tried to make her stance as threatening as possible, but her hands shook terribly. She swallowed despite her throat going suddenly dry. She squeaked out a "what are you doing here?" and a even more afraid " how did you get in here?" His gaze bore into her flesh, freckled with goosebumps and cold sweat. Her breath was heavy and ragged. Remain calm. Don't panic. But it was too late for that. She knew she was well on her way to a panic attack.

The knife earned a sudden response from the transverse, it's skin shifting white immediately as it's hand shot up to snatch her wrist. Even though it knew that it could not feel pain in its current form it didn't mean that a possible assault couldn't do damage. Healing itself could be possible as well, but it wasn't going to go through the hassle.

Its grasp was so hard that whatever shaking her hand was doing was diminished, but that wasn't what Vague anywhere near Vague's intentions. As it managed to stare her down without eyes its hand continued to tighten around her small wrist as if at some point it was going to crush it, but its only goal was to get her to drop the knife.

Novella dropped the knife and screamed in agony. She dug her long polished nails into the strange man's hand to pry him away from her throbbing wrist. His grip almost seemed to grow even more crushing. She cried out my in hopes of a neighbor hearing her plight. The blue-haired female knew it was in vain; the walls were soundproof since the building was steps away from the Tram. Her pupils shrunk as she watched the stranger - Vague he had called himself - pale into a smooth , creamy white being. It was nightmarish. Her mouth was open like a sewer grats, but no sound came put of the frightened girl. "What are you?"

Her voice bounced off the walls and vibrated into her hammering skull. She could her blood pumping through her and the heat flushed her skin. "Answer."

It wasn't until the transverse heard the thud and the clank following that it let go of her hand, possibly leaving a mark. The alabaster hand returned slowly and steadily as though it had much time to waste in which.. it did. By now Vague was as old as the Earth was studied to be and would be existent as long as the planet existed. Time was nothing it had to waste its musing on. Only people earned its attention, humans having changed each generation both for the better and for the worst. Vague was the only creature old enough to have record of it all, from the Stone age or even earlier than that to now. Perhaps God demanded the transverse come into existence on the 7th day of Earth's creation.

Her voice was suddenly becoming too much noise for Vague, and her demands were disregarded and ignored. It knew what she was asking. The same question all the others had when they encountered the transverse, but it pressed its lukewarm fingertips to her lips. A very gentle, delicate gesture that said: shut up.

The sudden movement shocked her. His- ITS fingers felt cool on her flushed skin. She flinched and hushed, frozen to her core. Her pulse drummed against her skin and she just stared in silence. She could only hear her beating heart.
Vague didn't have eyes but she could feel his gaze almost touching her.

"I...don't understand?" Novell was not the most clever girl, but she was not stupid either. She wasn't sure how this...thing communicated . However, she knew they were telling her to calm down and shut up. And she did just that. In all of her life she had never been in this sort of situation. She was at a lost. A daze almost.

Once it felt her stiffen under its fingers and her soft, plush lips had closed the transverse removed its hand, again, in an unhurried movement. It was the closest it had been to a human thus far and the view from such close proximity was intriguing. It could count each and every vein marring the whites of her eyes, and it had come to notice that she had no pupils whatsoever. The molecular pores in her skin were visible along with fallen eyelash that rested in the corner of her eye.

Vague was interrupted by her voice though this time it was more subtle and calm, but even so, its hand went right back to her lips to ensure silence. As it examined each peculiar detail it failed notice before it had grown more bold in its curiosity. The transverse's head angled down ever so slightly as its thumb brushed her lips before it tried to pry them open.

Novella felt its fingers leave her lips briefly then press up against them again. She blinked, her eyes feeling dry and heavy. The long fingers felt nothing like human fingers. They were chilled and soft like candle wax. The touch was foreign yet intoxicating. She leaned into the slim appendages; she took in a soft breath as it pressed harder into her mouth, slightly opening it. She whimpered and shook. Her emotions were conflicted between afraid and intrigued. The whole ordeal was strange, still , Novella found herself curious about it all and willing to see what would happen.

She obeyed and opened her mouth wider. She didn't have much choice honestly. There was no telling what it could do. It could kill her if it wanted. Probably. "Don't hurt me."

Being nothing more than a living figurine it was able to take in the things that humans usually fail to notice. With heart as muffled as Vague's it could feel her blood pulsating even through her lips and each breath gave way to her thoughts. No quivering. The applied pressure against its fingers was heavily noted, and when it seemed still the transverse froze rigid at the sound that emitted from her. It was a still that could easily pass it for a manikin.

Vague read again as he felt the idle tremble of her body, its fingers still waiting patiently at the edge of her mouth for her to comply. Its nonexistent eyes were scrutinizing. Perhaps she could feel the gaze that was expectant and anticipating, intrigued by her in return. As stated before, Vague had all the time in the world. It would wait as long as it had to, but it was her who was wasting each passing second.

Finally, she resumed to open up, her pearly whites not nearly as light as the transverse's skin, but that made them no less appealing. Again she spoke and Vague would've hushed her like it had two times prior, however this was no question, no demand. It was a request out of an imaginary fear. Vague wasn't known, if it were known at all, to kill or anything the like. Like a many animals it would sit idle until given reason to attack.

Vague gave no sign of ratification and its form seemed as though it had suddenly been brought to life again. It had nothing more than a general perspective of the human mouth, but it didn't know the texture, taste, smell.. It got more than enough of sound however. No doubt it would get to answering its own questions immediately and as far as it had seen humans didn't examine the mouth with fingers. Instead it had taken a route that would be more convenient on her behalf.. or so it thought. When it wasn't there merely a moment before it was there now, hardly able to tell apart from the remainder of its vacant face: a mouth. Yes, it was one that had been observed from another human though it took on no color. It only consisted of what Vague saw and nothing more.

Vague's head dipped down, yet it was still a bit too tall for convenience. It resolved to making itself a few inches shorter, taller than her only by three inches. Better. Now it dipped its head down and pressed its stolen, cool lips to hers. Now don't be fooled. This wasn't a kiss. Merely an observation of touch and taste. Vague adjusted slightly for a comfortable fit against against her mouth while its tongue, white; room temperature; and smooth, began to feel around beginning with her teeth.

Novella eyes flickered as the creature appeared to watch her. She felt it ply her mouth with fingers as it shifted closer to her face. She saw it approach her lips and form a mouth. It was fascinating the way it's face morphed and molded itself. The change was subtle but conscious. She wondered how its cells worked since it was so easily changing its appearance. She was lost as it pressed forward into her plush lips.

As it met her flesh the difference in temperature was apparent. Its skin felt lukewarm like tap water. Novella didn't even notice it was performing what she would call a "French kiss." Her body, however, was not welcoming. Sparks shot through her brain, alerting her of a foreign intrusion. It lasted seconds before the Screens pumped chemicals full of serotonin through her body. She felt a dreamy, floaty feeling rush through her. Her Screens pushed dopamine into her bloodstream, relaxing her further and taming the shock. To her brain, this translated as pleasure. She sighed contently and became limp in its grasp.

It's tongue exploited her cavern, stealing the solidity and cutting edges of her teeth before moving on to her gums. Smooth, well lubricated as everything else. Next it explored the under half of her tongue and found her frenulum, her glands then it moved on to the top of her tongue. It wasn't till then that Vague began to taste, and its tongue had too become subtly rough along the top, but even though it finally achieved taste it still hadn't stopped there. With the given ability it's new muscle stretched further back, caressing her hard pallet prior to her soft one.

Her warm breath fanned its cheek and Vague felt her grow lax, but as it reviewed over everything it's ghostly hands kept her head in place, even pressing her tighter against its own new found mouth though it merely lasted a moment. Having had the examination it desired Vague pulled back, its mouth fading and returning into nothingness while its hands returned to its sides.

The being explored her mouth, tongue painting a picture of pleasantry and lust for Novella. She could not remember the last bit of intimate contact she experienced, but boy did she miss it. It was probably her drugged brain causing her to feel this way, but she could care less. She twined her tongue with it for a moment. As it swept it's fleshy appendage over her teeth she wished she had brushed them. Maybe the mocha gelato was a nice taste for it as well. Just as she was melting into the heat of the moment, the being fleeted from her mouth and stood still. She gazed the being, completely starstruck and whipped. She had no idea what was going on, but Novella was spent. She looked it up and down; there was nothing but alabaster flesh. She had no clue who "Vague" was, but to her he was otherwordly and beyond comprehension. A million questions bubbled into her throat. Who are you? Why are you here? What has it got to with me?

A less appropriate word came from her swollen lips. "The hell?"

Constrasting from her, Vague felt nothing. Not even a tinge of what she was feeling nor having any thoughts that she was thinking. It had obligations, but they were done with no remorse or affection whatsoever. The transverse didn't have a broad view of things and despite that it takes identities it had never conformed to the world no matter how much it changed. At times people had tried to extend its mind beyond the visual, to consider, to hate, to contemplate. No. It had never happened and most likely would never happen. Vague was Vague. It existed impervious and unaltered. Perhaps there was a secret or two to this, or maybe it was as simple as no one trying hard enough, but even if it was to change this cycle would end and another will begin. The transverse would return reset, empty, and vacant.

This time it didn't cut off whatever she was to say and stood straight, it's gaze running over her head to scan the room even though it had already taken examination of it for the most part. Speaking of which.. there was a hall. It hasn't been there yet. Now, Novella no longer the center of attention, it began towards the hall.

Novella was perturbed as the being stepped away and walked to the hall. Her face burned with equal embarrassment and anger. How could she let herself go so quickly? Novella tried to rationalize what had happened, but all the explanations were preposterous. She couldn't defend her actions. Her reactions were abnormal and she knew that. The council would get on to her, she knew they would. Abnormal behavior was unsafe. She chewed her lip at the thought of being a threat. Novella knew better than that and shook the conflicting emotions out of her clouded mind.

She gritted her teeth and then paled. Pangurban stood in the hall with a fluffy tail, a sign of being overly frightened. She would never forgive someone for harming her cat.

Novella called out to distract Vague,"H-hey! Vague, is it?"