Don't tempt me to do it on purpose, because Captain Psylocke, Space Warrior, coming to my rescue would do things. My subconscious is a dangerous thing.
[ Speaking of, he lets his thoughts get loud. In his strange fashion, it’s not arranged like ordinary thought. To convey the idea of ‘hey, I’m over here!’ the method is a screeching sound of a rising firework, that booms into his own voice laughing, the sparks becoming a neon sign. One shaped like him, in the classic Vegas eyecatcher style- on his side, shirtless, rose in lips. Buzzing between two arrangements of lights, turning a green spot into a repeated wink.
In reality, he’s chilling out in the woods somewhere, enjoying nature. ]
[ It does take her a moment to pinpoint his unique mind and when she does she sends out a low chuckle to him. Flirtatious but also more than just a tad amused. Minds are always different, individualistic, but his is truly something special. Intriguing.
She sends her butterfly to him first, a familiar feeling of 'her' accompanying it. Originally she had intended to send a completely different image of her to his mind but he gave her an idea so...
Instead he gets an image of her in a space uniform straight out of Star Trek, red for command of course. Makes for a stark contrast with her purple hair that seems more vivid in the mind. A hand rests casually at her hip as she smiles at him with bright red lips. ]
[ Yamada’s mind, only ever riding his brain and never truly stuck in his head, morphs unbidden when she appears in that mental projection. His physical form falls out of the tree he was perching in, his body crackling with electricity as his mental self turns into a cloud. A twinkle green one, that would equally in place in the setting that inspired her outfit. He swirls around her, to get every angle, a humanoid projection from the waist up flowing out. ]
Gasp! [ He says that with his mouth, on the floor of the forest. After a moment, his cloud becomes a gasp, a flurry of moving vapour. ] I must be hallucinating… I've been alone so long, the perfect woman to keep me company!
[ An astral form is never a hard thing for her to maintain and it's actually surprisingly accurate to the real thing. Not solid of course, but the details are all there, even down to the creases in her eyes as she smiles in amusement at him swirling around. ]
Perfect might be a tiny exaggeration, luv. [ Though she does laugh every so lightly, a laugh that sparks little butterflies to appear around them both. They even make an attempt to fly right through him, just testing out of they can with his cloud. ]
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[ Speaking of, he lets his thoughts get loud. In his strange fashion, it’s not arranged like ordinary thought. To convey the idea of ‘hey, I’m over here!’ the method is a screeching sound of a rising firework, that booms into his own voice laughing, the sparks becoming a neon sign. One shaped like him, in the classic Vegas eyecatcher style- on his side, shirtless, rose in lips. Buzzing between two arrangements of lights, turning a green spot into a repeated wink.
In reality, he’s chilling out in the woods somewhere, enjoying nature. ]
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[ It does take her a moment to pinpoint his unique mind and when she does she sends out a low chuckle to him. Flirtatious but also more than just a tad amused. Minds are always different, individualistic, but his is truly something special. Intriguing.
She sends her butterfly to him first, a familiar feeling of 'her' accompanying it. Originally she had intended to send a completely different image of her to his mind but he gave her an idea so...
Instead he gets an image of her in a space uniform straight out of Star Trek, red for command of course. Makes for a stark contrast with her purple hair that seems more vivid in the mind. A hand rests casually at her hip as she smiles at him with bright red lips. ]
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Gasp! [ He says that with his mouth, on the floor of the forest. After a moment, his cloud becomes a gasp, a flurry of moving vapour. ] I must be hallucinating… I've been alone so long, the perfect woman to keep me company!
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Perfect might be a tiny exaggeration, luv. [ Though she does laugh every so lightly, a laugh that sparks little butterflies to appear around them both. They even make an attempt to fly right through him, just testing out of they can with his cloud. ]