10-26-2018, 03:59 PM
How interesting; amusing, even. Curiosity couldn't be killed with the boy, the frightful desire to investigate rearing its ugly head and glittering in his glazed eyes. He wasn't all too familiar with powers, despite the natural abilities of his ghosthood often interpreted as absurd comic-book feats. When he lived and breathed like the island's fleshbags, unnatural abilities such as freezing water with a simple touch or summoning fire at the spread of a palm was taboo. Witchcraft. Heresy. Which meant execution, the However, these creatures seemed to develop powers at the drop of a hat, mutation or magic or whatever ridiculous excuse they could wrench from their brains. A sneer curled his disfigured snout as he admired the sled dog panic on the shore, slinking from the shadows of the treeline to approach.
The scrawny feline remained frightfully silent, circling Victor all while keeping his distance from Bakugou, who he pointedly snubbed and jabbed his nose to the heavens at. Satisfied with his unwelcomed examination, he slumped into his haunches, scratching at his notched ear with a hind foot as the others spoke. When the conversation he neglected to pay attention to lulled and a chance to speak buzzed in his eardrums, the poltergeist compulsively arched his back, popping vertebrae visible under a gaunt frame due to the sudden stretch. Relief from acting on the constant urge to tic allowing him to relax from his tense stature, he wheezed something akin to a sigh and chirped at Victor, "Think ya cou-uld make me a snowman?" Beck attempted to contort his freckle-marred face into a begging expression like a child asking for candy, fat lip jutting from his disfigured snout and ugly yellow saucers smack dab in the middle of his face stretched to the sockets' limits, desperately mimicking puppy eyes. A trivial request, but with a hidden motive to lure Victor into presenting his newfound "elemental" a second time.
[align=center]»――➤The scrawny feline remained frightfully silent, circling Victor all while keeping his distance from Bakugou, who he pointedly snubbed and jabbed his nose to the heavens at. Satisfied with his unwelcomed examination, he slumped into his haunches, scratching at his notched ear with a hind foot as the others spoke. When the conversation he neglected to pay attention to lulled and a chance to speak buzzed in his eardrums, the poltergeist compulsively arched his back, popping vertebrae visible under a gaunt frame due to the sudden stretch. Relief from acting on the constant urge to tic allowing him to relax from his tense stature, he wheezed something akin to a sigh and chirped at Victor, "Think ya cou-uld make me a snowman?" Beck attempted to contort his freckle-marred face into a begging expression like a child asking for candy, fat lip jutting from his disfigured snout and ugly yellow saucers smack dab in the middle of his face stretched to the sockets' limits, desperately mimicking puppy eyes. A trivial request, but with a hidden motive to lure Victor into presenting his newfound "elemental" a second time.