It was a pretty odd sight. Cold night, cold as all hell and then some, and it wasn't getting warmer anytime soon. The road that winded and weaved its way through the dense forest, lit up occasionally by a streetlights that glowed dim, bored-looking yellows that illuminated an area of 6 feet around the pole and nothing else. It was isolated, it was dark, and it was sketchy, yet Runner walked casually on the right shoulder of the asphalt, following the solid white line that set the firm boundaries on the road. He wore a thick sweatshirt with the word "Clemson" printed across the chest in bold orange letters. A pair of jeans and sneakers capped off the unassuming outfit, but that wasn't the odd part of him. He held a thick, cast iron skillet loosely in his left hand, his upper body leaned slightly because of the weight. It didn't seem to be too uncomfortable, nor did it hinder his gait at all. But it was still weird, especially in the middle of nowhere.
Ollie crashed in, landing hard on his side. His wings, which usually glowed bright white, seemed to be fading a little bit. "Damn…" He muttered, getting up. "Hello..?"
(May I get a quick description on what Ollie is? My character's whole thing is being able to tell a person's exact magical abilities)
He looked unafraid, stopping on the shoulder of the road and raising an eyebrow. He gently tapped the pan against his side ans he frowned at the newcomer, shifting his jaw back and forth as he studies the magic coming of the being.
(sure. He's half angel, he's got some healing abilities and has kind of empathetic powers such as he can feel others pain and feel how they're feeling, but that's about it.)
Ollie examined the man, trying to decide if he was an enemy or not. He decided he might as well talk to him to decide whether or not he should see him as a foe. "Hi. Mind telling me what this place is? My wings seem to be failing me."
"Angel," Runner said after a few more moments of silence. "That part's pretty obvious, judging from the wings. Yet, there's something more about you. A human quality that isn't usually there. Hm. Very strange."
"I'm half angel and half human, if that explains it," he said stepping a little closer and looking up at the man, being short as he was. "Who are you?"
"FUCK!" Clarence screamed as she landed, blood still dripping from the perpetual cut in her palm, "Fuck fuck fuck this is not happening."
Arya next to her lifted the hood of her cloak with a gloved hand, "I think there are other people here."
Clarence wiped her hand on her jumper, uncaring of the mess, "Right." then more quietly, "Fuck."
Ollie jumped in surprise. "Um..hello.." he said quietly to the newcomers.
"Hello." Arya smiled.
Clarence cursed again, muttering under her breath.
(May I know if your character has any magical abilities, Yeetus?)
(What exactly counts as magical ability though cuz Clarence does have a power but is not the same system as other people with power. But Clarence can rewind time with her blood and can't die, and Arya has a reality-altering power that when she uses slowly kills her.)
(I believe he'd be able to sense that. He's able to kinda read people by the energy they give off. He can't immediately know names or anything, but he'll be able to tell if they're different from a normal human)
(Copy and paste is a wonderful tool)
He stared at Clarence, a small light shining from his eyes for barely a second.
"Something on repeat." He seemed to be speaking to himself. "Like a clock. But it takes something…." That slash of light again, and he smiled. "Ah. Blood."
He then spoke to her. "You can manipulate time, correct?"
(LMAO)
Clarence grimaced, "None of your business."
His eyes flashed in a similar manner as he turned to Arya. Instead of a smile, however, his lips twisted downward into a frown.
"Oh, my," He said quietly. "You possess something quite dangerous, do you not? Something too powerful for a mortal to safely possess."
(Back at it again)
Arya smiled, "I think we should best not talk about it."
Clarence's frowned deepened, "What are you?"
"I'm a human," he said, shrugging. "I just happen to be a bit more observant than one would expect."
"Okay, before we go off about all this, does anybody know where the hell we are?" Ollie asked, leaning against a street lamp with his arms crossed.
"Right." Clarence said, not believing him at all.
"Do you know where and when this is?" Arya asked sweetly.
"South Carolina," he said immediately. "Old Highway 52. You are currently facing south, which will take you to Charleston."
"Wait, I left from Ohio fifteen minutes ago, how did I get here?" Ollie asked, disoriented. His wings began to fade a bit more.
Runner shrugged. "How am I supposed to know that?"
"I wasn't asking you, specifically," Ollie grumbled. "I was mainly talking to myself."
