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Haha, I saw this yesterday and you had a lot of takers. How are the other stories working out?

Alright, sounds good. So I'm use a, and I get kidnapped. Do you mind if I play a guy?

Not kidnapped, shipped off I mean. My bad. But other than that, everything is all good? We're ready to make characters.

Ok, wanna post yours first?

Cool!

Name: Chase Waldren
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Powers: can take on the physical qualities of anything he touches.
Appearance:
Eyes: blue
Height: 5' 11"
Hair: dirty blonde
Skin: light tan
Build: lean and toned like a runner

Kinda confused from your description of your character. Is Tomb male or female? Your description says male, your image shows a girl. Just a little confused. I'm fine with either.

Haha, ok, no problem. Should I start or would you like to?

Ok, no problem,. This'll be fun!

((No problem))

Chase had known this day ours come, when the government guys would show up at his house and take him to god knows where people like him went. When he had been 3 years old he had discovered his power and someone had seen it. Apparently they had put it up on the internet, but of course the government had found it and made sure that video never saw the light of day. They showed up and his mother begged them telling them he'd never let anyone know about his... affliction. They had run tests on him and eventually decided he could do no harm until he was older. Well, he was older.

They came at the crack of dawn, knocking on the door, waking everyone up. Of course him and his family had been ready for this and had helped him pack for the eventuality. He gave them hugs and goodbyes, hoping to see them again, and then he was hustled out the door with his clothes, a bag, and a rubber ball and steel ball bearing in his pocket.

He'd been loaded onto a helicopter, and briefly wondered if he'd be taken to a prison. He doubted whatever cell they had could hold him, but he didn't argue, for the government had promised they were taking him somewhere safe.

When an island finally came in sight about two hours after the left, he had peered out at it in curiosity. It was a large island with a clearing on the north end where there were buildings or homes. He didn't know which. As the helicopter started to descend he started getting nervous. Where the hell was he? What was gonna happen.

Finally they landed, and what met him was something he'd never imagined.

Immediately after he stepped of the plane, he realized that this was gonna be something of an interesting meet and greet. A lot of people stood around watching, a few just seeming to materialize in mid air. Huh, well that's new. Then stepped forward a girl, she was maybe five inches shorter than him and had black hair and a pale complexion. She was definitely different from anyone he'd met before but the most interesting detail were her eyes. They were jet black and studying him intensely. Looking for a weakness, a way to beat him.

She introduced herself as Tomb. Hmmmmmm, interesting. Shaking her hand He replied, "I'm chase, this is an interesting slice of paradise you've got here." He didn't want anyone thinking he was weak. They were all gathered around and studying him like a pack of wolves who were about to take down their dinner.

Looking around the circle, he saw some interesting things, some people had wings sprouting from their backs, some looked abut 3, others were hovering in mid air. He decided he saw no immediate threats and decided he wouldn't bust out his power... yet. He was sure no one knew what he could do because everyone was looking a little disappointed, like, what does this kid do? He looks about as tough as a puppy. If only they knew.

He gave a smile at the kid who had run up to him. She reminded him of his little sister and he just couldn't help himself but give her a smile. He unzipped a pocket on his bag and reached in bringing out a candy bar he had packed. He gave it to the little one in tombs arms saying "haha, here, I've got some candy for you."

He then turned to address Tomb who was looking him over critically, still deciding the best way to kill him. He thought about responding honestly to her question but decided that he'd rather keep it to himself until he decided he could trust these people, or, if it came to it, distrust those people.

"I believe that is for me to know, and you to find out. Im sure you can understand that." He replied. He could tell she did not like this answer and it was not scoring him any points in the good camper category, but chase hardly cared. He would decide if and when he wanted these people to know about him.

When Tomb had tossed the girl, he'd almost said something but seeing her turn into a hummingbird, he held his tongue, only muttering, "of course, she's a humming bird." To himself. I mean, kids could teleport and fly, so why not be humming birds.

He observed the house she had pointed out to him. It was a one story house, made of some kind of rock, and a small porch. Not bad he thought. He reached into his pocket and brought out the two orbs he always carried with him and started fiddling with them. One rubber, one steel. He did this when he was nervous.

The girl who had measured him and apparently was going to get his clothes puzzled him. He turned to Tomb and asked, "what is she going to do? Can she make clothes? Like a tailor?" He wondered.

Man, he liked the sound of food. He gladly agreed and they were off to wherever the food was here. On his way a bunch of questions came to his mind. "So what exactly is it that you guys do here? Is it just a ton of people who have powers and live here, or are they like task forces or what?" He asked in earnest curiosity. He really did want to know what they did.

Tomb seemed like she answered this question a lot because she seemed to sigh with boredom at the question. She must be the one who greets all the newbies like me, chase guessed. He could only imagine how silly his questions sounded to someone who's been here for a while, but hey, he needed answers, and Tomb was the perfect source to get them from.

Chase raised an eyebrow at Tomb. "Tombie?" He asked, receiving a furious look from tombie herself. She looked embarrassed by the whole thing. He looked the guy up and down and said, "fish and chips, cape cod style?" The guy nodded and went back into what chase assumed was the kitchen. He glanced at Tomb again who did not look happy with him. He figured he better give her a break and try and be a little less snarky.

"So you asked what my power was. Just wondering, does everyone here have powers? Or just a few? And what kind of powers?" He asked in rapid succession, letting curiosity get the better of him. He was interested to learn if there was anyone like him. Maybe he could learn a thing or two. But so far he hadn't seen anything like him. He doubted he would.

He thought for a moment about this. He pulled out his two small orbs and handed them to Tomb. She looked at him questioningly and gingerly took them from his hands, examining them. He was still thinking of keeping his powers from her, but he decided he better show her. He motioned for her to give his ball bearing and rubber ball back.

He took the rubber orb in his hand and felt it run through him. The look of shock on her face was almost priceless, but he wasn't finished. He then held up the steel ball bearing and showed it to her. And a moment later he felt himself harden into a literal man of steel. He knocked on his chest making a solid metal against metal noise. He then returned to flesh and bone.

"I take on the physical qualities of anything I'm touching. I keep these two materials with me at all times because they can be the most useful." He explained to her, waiting for a reaction.

He agreed and he ate. It was delicious. As he ate he pondered his power. Tomb had said there was no opposite to his power, but there was a minor problem. When he'd been tested on, he had been asked "what would happen if you turned to francium?" Francium he had asked, what's francium? They had explained to him that when exposed to oxygen, it would explode, reacting violently in the air. But he didn't have to worry about that. It was stored in vats of oil in vacuum sealed chambers.

When he finished, he went off to find Tomb and to get a tour of the rest of the place, wondering what the place had to offer. Hoping they would have training. He had taken to the initiative of taking historical European martial arts, partly to make his power more effective, partly because he liked learning historical fighting techniques. He had gotten quite efficient with the dagger he owned which was tucked away in his bag. He also could get by in karate, but preferred fighting with his dagger. He'd only ever practiced and only fought in competition, but he was still pretty good.

Chase was somewhat impressed by this tomb girl, who apparently had a whole bunch of different kinds of wings. He was admiring her flying when she landed, apparently trying to show a girl how to fly. He had to admit, that was kinda cool.

She led him out of the arena still scowling at the lip she'd received from her student. "That was some pretty cool flying up there ace." He said trying to lighten the mood, maybe even try to coax a smile out of her. But she only scowled deeper. "Well, do I get to start my training too? I'm pretty eager to learn how to fight. Got any specialists in hand to hand? I could definitely improve there, but I think I've got armed combat underway pretty well." He said, hoping to appear as if he'd actually come prepared.

When he heard the scream, he instantly knew something was wrong. He thought it sounded familiar, maybe that little girl he'd met earlier. Tomb was already sprinting towards the sound and chase thought he'd better follow. He grabbed the 2 orbs in his pocket and ran after tomb, ready for a fight.

As they ran into the clearing, he didn't see any immediate danger. Nothing to fight, but at the center of the clearing, sat rain, the little girl he'd given the candy bar to. She was noticeably cut up, though, none of the cuts were too deep thank goodness. Tomb kept trying to ask what happened but rain didn't answer and just cried.

Chase felt bad, so he knelt next to them and said, "hey, it's alright, what happened? Are you ok?" He tried to ask to no avail. They needed to calm her down so they could find out what had happened to her. He caught her attention and grabbed some items around the clearing then came back. He started touching the different rocks, sticks, flowers, woods, metal bearing and rubber ball. Seeing this, rain calmed down enough to stop crying.

After hearing what had happened from rain, he had been most intrigued. Whatever had happened was definitely not good, especially from the expression on tombs face. It seemed as is whatever happened meant bad news. Had another camper attacked rain for some reason. He sure hoped not, feeling a bubble of anger rise in him. After tomb stood up and told him she was going to try to find whatever had done this to rain, chase knew instantly he wanted to tag along.

"Wait tomb! Hold on, hear me out for a Second! Let me come with! I can throw my bag in my house, grab my knife and then I'll help. Please, I don't wanna be sitting around doing nothing for the rest of the day in a strange place I've never been before! Plus, you could use me. You might not believe it but I can be pretty useful in a fight. I can hold my own! Let me come, I wanna help!" He begged her, hoping she wouldn't just leave him wandering bored around the camp. He was kinda itching for an adventure and he really wanted to find out what did this to the poor little girl in tombs arms.

Chase had his backpack on and his dagger sheathed in a leg sheath. He had met Tomb outside of her house after she had gone and gotten someone to care for rain. It was a pity what had happened to the little girl, but he figured they'd be getting revenge soon enough. He had water, a few rations and other miscellaneous items in his bag that he'd decided to pack. When rain met him outside and questioned him on his fighting abilities, he was kinda annoyed.

"Try me if you like, but I'll have your back, do you have mine?" He said evenly, matching her stare. He wasn't gonna be treated as if he was a weak link, just waiting to snap. He could hold his own and he knew this, but he guessed he'd have to prove it to the others before they believed him. If she was thinking he was the questionable one, well, just let her find out if she wanted. Otherwise she would just have to trust him.

He followed her back to the spot where rain had been attacked. Tomb started sniffing around, trying to catch a scent trail. She could not find one, and so she started shifting and next thing he knew, she was hauling him up into the air, far overhead the island. He was surprised at first, but, not missing a beat, he took on the qualities of his light t-shirt he had on, making him lighter and easier to carry.

As they flew high overhead, he squinted down over the vast island. It was a pretty decent island, maybe 50 miles from coast to coast, with lush vegetation and impressive scenery, then all of a sudden tomb was in a dive. "Holy crap, what the hell!" He yelled as she plunged toward the ground. She gave him a sort of hiss that he guess meant be quiet, and so he shut up.

As soon as they landed, chase oriented himself, he did not like that not at all. He watched as Tomb shifted into a panther and slunk off stealthily. He decided stealth was a good option too, so he ripped some bark off of a tree and turned himself wooden, making him look like a very interesting, moving tree. He snuck off after her, following her carefully, until she stopped and her hair bristled.

He heard a low growl and knew instantly that the thing had found them. He drew his dagger from his sheath, which was a Damascus steel blade, a sturdy hilt, and a leather wrapped pommel with iron studs in them. He instantly turned to iron and looked to where the noise had come from. "Tomb, you heard that as well right? I'm not just losing my mind?" He asked, just making sure.

All of a sudden, a huge wolf jumped out at Tomb. They immediately went into battle, thrashing and slashing. They were a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He saw she was doing ok and he circled, looking for an opening. Waiting, waiting, there! The enemy wolf had dodged a slash from tomb and head butted her. The wolf was about to pounce on tomb as she tried to recover.

He never got the chance, as chase, a carapace of solid iron launched himself onto the wolf, slashing it across the muzzle, giving it a deep cut. He jumped on top of it at it futilely tried to injure him. He felt nothing. He stabbed the wolf over and over, holding it down with his heavy iron arm while he straddled it with his legs, until he saw no more life in it. He stood up, not returning to flesh and bone, quite yet, wanting to be sure the danger was over. He turned to tomb and gave her a silvery smile, "that was huge, holy crap! Are you ok tomb?" He asked, seeing some nasty cuts.

"Just in case you hadn't noticed, he didn't seem like one who wanted to talk." He said smirking at her. "And anyways, there is no way for us to restrain him, and after that cut I gave him on his flank, he surely would've died. But I don't care who I'm fighting, no one deserves to suffer in the arms of death." He said, a hint of sadness in his voice as he remembered something.

"Anyways, you're pretty badly injured, I can do some first aid if you like. I learned quite a bit in my senior year of high school when I took human anatomy. Even got to practice stitches and stuff for our final. May I have a look?" He asked, pulling out a first aid kit he'd snagged from the equivalent of a hospital they had dropped rain off in.

Unbelievable! Chase thought. This girl who was all cut up, was trying to send him back, and was gonna go after the alpha of this supposed pack. Shouldn't the roles be reversed since she was the one with slash marks all over, he thought. But sure enough, Tomb gritted her teach and kept walking in the direction of where the wolf had come from. He had to give her credit, she was tough as nails, but he also knew there was a fine line between tough, and dumb.

"As much as I'd love to go back while you go off and get yourself killed, I'd much rather accompany you. There's something about the charm in your voice... I just can't place it." He said sarcastically. "In all seriousness though, I, coming with, and it would benefit you greatly if you at least let me stitch and properly bandage those gashes. The faster you heal, the less help you need from me." He told her, hoping it would make a compelling argument to let him try and fix her up.

They walked for most of the day, and chase kept pestering her and pestering her, until they stopped for then night and she finally let him get a look at her really bad cuts. They were still seeping blood, and he shook his head disapprovingly. These should've been taken care of properly hours ago. He removed the bandages, and got out a needle and thread from his first aid kit. He grabbed a numbing wipe, and numbed the area of the cut the pest he could. Then he started the tedious work of stitching up the wounds.

"You know Tomb, I'm glad you finally let me look at your injuries, which are not light by the way, but at least I can help fix you up a bit. Better late than never I guess." He stood, having finished the last stitches and assessed his work. They looked alright, "how do those feel? Try not to to rip em open or else I just have to do them again and I know now how much you hate medical attention." He said to her, grabbing some water from his bag.

Tomb was very agitated after chase stitched her up. Shifting into a cat and becoming very restless, hissing at almost anything. He thought he caught her glaring at him, looking for an opening to attack, but she seemed to control herself and stalked off, gathering wood. Man, she was not in a good mood at all! He was trying to think of ways to cheer her up when something caught his eye.

In the bark on a tree a few paces into the woods, there was a tree that had the bark stripped from a portion in it, and in that portion, there was a symbol carved deep into the wood. It looked like an x made from two squiggly lines and what looked like a glyph. "Hey, ah, tomb? will you come here and take a look at this. There is a weird mark carved into the tree here and I have absolutely no idea what it means! Tomb?" He called, wondering where she'd gone off to now.

He was being lied to and he knew it straight off, this girl may be all mysterious, but she had a terrible poker face. So he did what he did best, he relentlessly bothered her until she would give in. "Ah tombie! You mean to tell me you've never seen that sign before? Your words say one thing but your eyes, oh, your eyes give you away. Ah maybe I'm wrong," he said nonchalantly, but quickly came back with a challenging tone, "but I think you know exactly what that means, and we're in trouble." He saw her face fall a little bit.

"Tomb, I'm sorry, but this is new for me and I like what you've got here, and I wanna be apart of it. And to me that means helping out. You don't have to do this alone Tomb. I wanna help you. Let me help you." He said, all attitude gone from his voice, and only a strong desire to help this girl.

He could see the fear in her eyes as she spoke of the rivals. He could tell they were bad news, and it didn't sound like they were pushovers either. He thought on what she had told him a moment. "You said their powers are a choking darkness, do you mean that literally?" He asked, curious about the new threat they were facing. He really did plan on helping her, he felt bad that a place she'd called home for so long was now in great peril. And for that matter, his future home. It was also his to fight for now, and he was ready.

Chase figured he wouldn't get anything else out of her. He decided he'd better try to get a little rest at least. Maybe shed tell him more in the morning. He lay down in a grassy spot of the clearing, pulling out his metal ball. He changed into an iron being and tried drifting off to sleep. He didn't want to be caught off guard by anyone, and he definitely was gonna be ready for a fight if one came to him. He reflected on the events of the day. It had definitely been interesting, his first day and he'd already been attacked, killed some wolf thing, and though he didn't know how tomb felt about all this, he'd found someone he could trust. It had been a decent day he decided, dozing off.

Chase woke with a start and went for his knife but when he heard Tomb speak, he relaxed a bit. What time was it, how long had he slept? He was feeling well rested, but that could just be adrenaline returning from realizing where he was. "What's up? My turn to watch?" he asked guessing that she had to be tired from taking first watch.

As he asked this, he noticed a blot of blood over one of her cuts, it was small, and he almost missed it, but he knew she had popped a stitch. He didn't press it though, deciding that one stitch wouldn't do much, and seeing how she hated them, he was surprised she hadn't popped more.

She had been pretty cranky when she went to bed, but could you really blame her? She had a whole camp to worry about, an injured camper, injuries herself, a new kid, and these rivals to deal with. So he cut her some slack and didn't mouth off, figuring there was no use. She fell asleep after a little while and chase was left to his own devices. He decided to lean up against a tree, and took on the physical qualities of it, sitting at the base of it, looking like a gnarled extension of some roots.

He just sat for a while and looked around, played with his dagger, and reflecting on his new life. It was interesting, that's for sure. He was deep in thought when he heard the first twig snap. His head whirled around to try and make out the noise, but he kept perfectly still, not wanting to give himself away. Snap. It was a ways off, but getting louder. He tossed a rock and hit tomb in the leg who was in right away. It took her a second to find where he was, but he waved his arms and motioned for her to come over. "There's something out there coming towards us. Fly up In to a tree and get the drop on it while I distract it with an attack. Sound good?" He spoke quickly and clearly.

Chase waited at the foot of the tree and see nor hear anything for a while, he was beginning to doubt himself when two people all of a sudden appeared in the clearing, seemingly stepping out of a shadow. He heard them say, "I know fang told me he was gonna patrol this way dimwit, he said he was going to try to snag one of those stupid hero children for lunch. He should've been back by now." Chase didn't even dare to move. His camouflage was working well and they did not notice him. He glanced up the tree where a little bat hung. He gave a slight nod, quietly pulling his dagger out. While they were walking away, he slowly rose and stalked after them. When he was ten feet away he shifted to iron, as the studs in the grip of his dagger allowed him to and tackled them. He only managed to hold onto one, who had sprouted wings like a demon and was furiously clawing him to get away but his metal carapace withstood it with no problem as he wrestled his dagger to the throat of his captive. He sure hoped tomb would get the other one.

Chase had gotten the drop on his captive and had him in a half Nelson with a knife ready to slit the demons throat at any moment. Being iron helped a lot, as the guy he was holding hostage clawed him furiously until he's claws started going dull. The struggled a lot, but chase had a good hold on him. He kneed him in the tailbone, and with good technique, and a knee hard as, well, iron, the guy screamed. He'd fractured his tailbone, ouch.

Tomb was holding her own as well, though he couldn't see through the dark smoke that was obscuring her. Wait, there were two tombs. Hold on. They looked almost exactly the same. The only way he could tell them apart, was the real tomb kept shifting, giving a ferocious fight to the imposter. What the hell was happening he thought, still maintaining his vice like grip on the poor bastard in his arms, who was now biting him. He saw tomb fight, and she was good. Fast, quick, and all of her strikes had purpose. She pushed her opponent and he figured it would be a matter of seconds before Tomb had the other girl by the throat.

Chase had his guy and when Tomb had flown him off, he'd been pretty furious! He'd had that guy, he'd had a knife at his throat! He al,last started yelling at Tomb when she dropped them at the top of a tree, but she spoke first, and after hearing what she'd said, he let some of his anger go. True there had been smoke around him, and according to tomb, it was deadly, so he didn't freak out. He just nodded his head.

Then a thought occurred to him. "Hey, tomb, can that girl who looked like you take on any appearance she wants? Or does she just look a lot like you?" He asked, thinking the odds of her having a sister were minimal.

Hearing this, all anger went out of him. How terrible must it have been? To have a sister totally turn on you? "Ah tomb, I don't know what to say, that's terrible. I'm sorry to hear about that, i can't even imagine."'this was the problem with chase, he could never stay mad at someone very long because he always found out something terrible had happened to them. Like the kid in his old school that bullied everyone. Turns out, he'd been a punching bag for his dad for years before his dad had gone off to jail.

"Hey tomb, I'm sorry if I come off mean and sarcastic, it's just easier to deal with, you know? especially in newer situations. I uh, well, I just want you to know that I'm thankful for you showing me around and taking me with you and stuff. It means a lot that you'd do that, and then save me from your evil sister." He said, feeling bad for being a bit of a pain in the ass over the last day.

((haha, I was like, oooooh, this would be perfect! Haha, glad you appreciated that!))

"Uh, no... I mean, I don't think so. Should I want to run myself through a tree branch happily?" He asked wondering what exactly that black smoke did to people. They sat up in the tree for a while and admired the view, waiting for the smoke to dissipate. "So what now? Are we going back to camp or are we going after them?" He asked, wondering how long a camp full of training heroes would stand against black smoke like that. He got shivers just thinking about the destruction that could be wrought with that kind of power. That was not good. All the more reason to stop them.

(Ooooooohhhhh, I feel. "What she saw, it is the flaw, of the code of claw."))

He was gonna say something like, her personality does that anyway, but he decided right there and then he was gonna take things more seriously, at least until this threat was over. He settled himself on the branches, trying to find a comfortable way to nap, hoping first light wouldn't be long. "Hey tomb, what's your favorite think to shift into?" He asked, trying to pass the time so it wouldn't be so boring or uncomfortable. Also, this question also puzzled him, was there forms for her that were most comfortable to assume? It was intriguing if you thought about it.

((Oh no! *mental hug* stay strong!))

He looked up when she made a joke. If he wasn't mistaken, that was the first one she'd made. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. When she asked him what it was like to change skin, he considered it for a second. "It's complicated. When I turn to steel, my mindset must be like steel. Hard, set, calculated, solid. I become hardened in my mind, and boom. If I wanna be a softer material, my mindset is literally soft, more emotional. Wood, I become more down to earth, feel more at one with nature. It's a lot of pretending who I'm not. When you carried me away from the smoke, and I was iron, i was focused on the task at hand, so focused on the task I did not consider the danger the smoke posed. I had my objective and I would've kept it until I couldn't. It is kind of interesting how differently my mind works in the different materials. Sometimes I feel a little insane. So much so that when I'm myself, I focus so much on my own thoughts, that I'm getting better at keeping my own state of mind in other materials. And as far as electrocution, I don't think it would hurt. When I turn, not just my skin turns, my whole body does. I don't know exactly what would happen, but I suspect I'd just pass the charge onto whatever I'm touching." He answered, waiting for a reaction.

((Noooooo I hate that part! Nooooooooo! Tears come to my eyes just thinking of it!))

He considered what she said about rubber. "Well, actually, rubber I feel more flexible. I can stretch my mind more. Actually helps me think quick." He replied. Then she told him about her animal mixing and matching another thought came to mind. "How many different animals can you utilize at one time? Can you have the eyes of a hawk, shell of an armadillo, and speed/stealth of a panther?" He asked, thinking of all the possibilities that she could mix and match. It had to be pretty cool to have that ability.

((Awwww Cartesian. He died defending the mouse pups. :( ))

"My life? Well, I guess it was pretty normal. I lived in Minnesota and went to high school there. I ran cross country and track, doing mostly the distance events, skied Nordic and was pretty good at all three. I took classes like a normal kid, but i especially like psychology. Just how people think. I have a little sister back home ya know, kinda like rain. My parents were pretty cool, I'm gonna miss my family a lot, that's for sure. "I had friends too, they were all pretty nice, but none of them really knew about me or what I could do. They had it easy, complaining about exams and such. I knew I'd never get to go to college. Knew I'd get shipped off someday by the government. Of course I didn't know I was coming here, but I still knew I wouldn't get a normal life. That kinda sucked because all my friend asked me what I was gonna do next, what I was gonna be. My only answer for them was I wish I knew. But I still enjoyed it very much. Hard to leave." He said, realizing he'd been talking a while. "What about you? Got a life story to share?" He asked tomb.

Chase listened intently to this story. Man, that was definitely the roughest he'd ever heard. How do you even get by with that hanging with you? But it also revealed a lot about tomb, the way she acted, why she did what she did. Like he said, he had a very particular interest in psychology, so her backstory particularly interested him. He felt terrible for what she had been put though though. He knew he was blessed with the life he had. Finally he managed, "well, tomb, that's pretty dark. And to me it sounds like you need cheering up, so we're gonna play a game in this god forsaken tree until daybreak. What'll it be? Truth or dare? Twenty questions? Would you rather? Cmon, pick, I'm not gonna be able to sleep until later in the night anyways." He said, deciding that he was gonna get a smile from her somehow.

((I thought lapblood didn't die, but had a near death experience in curse of the warmbloods.))

He gave a smile at that. He knew she would be the one to not back down from any dare, he could see the challenge in her eye. "Well than, why don't we play a game? Surely it won't detract from your eyesight." He said, enjoying the minor victory if getting her to play a game with him.

"So, should I start? Or would you like to?" He asked her. Her face pinched in indecision, as he knew she was weighing the options, but he saved her the trouble. "Because I'm such a gentleman, how about this, ladies ask first. And to make it interesting, my first one will be a dare." He said smiling as she slowly got more involved in the game.

((It's too high *sniff* *sniff*))

He thought for a moment. "Ok, first impression? Hmmmmm I'll walk you through it. So, I land door opens here's what I'm thinking. What the hell is this place, did that guy just teleport? Who the hell? Oh tomb, haha, ooooooo, scary, huh, black eyes kinda unsettling. Kinda cute in an ill kill you if you touch me kind of way. Hmmmmmm kinda a little grumpy, but I bet there's a soft spot in there! So, yeah, that was what I thought." And then he grabbed the hilt of her dagger and turned into what was probably worth billions in rubies, just for kicks. "Brings a whole new meaning to looks like a million dollars huh?" He said chuckling.

"Alright, my turn to ask. Hmmmmm, truth. Ok, what will you do if I take to calling you tombie, and for dare, hmmmmm, I say punch me, anywhere you like."

Luckily he barely turned to cloth before she punched him and that greatly reduced the impact, but it was still uncomfortable when he turned back. "Alright, so I won't call you tombie then. And as for your truth, who interested me the most? Well, the only one I really got to meet was you, though rain I met. you said we couldn't do something because we didn't need children like her. That was kinda eerie so She was very interesting." And as for dare, I don't have anything light enough to touch, remember I have to be physically in contact with the substance to replicate it." He replied to her.

"Hmmmmm truth... oh I got a good one that will put some color in your skin. Haha, first crush, and for the dare, shift into the lingers wiener dog possible." He said cracking up.

((I HATE WHEN ARES DIES I CAN NEVER HOLD IT TOGETHER!))