Vortex sat suspended in the air, his scribble eye taking its
time to observe each and every one of them carefully before she
sipped some of the... tea, was it? It wasn't too clear. They were
quiet, and their teeth were like fangs. Vortex wrapped the coat she
was wearing around his body tighter, and their cogwheel eye slowly
blinked. They just kept sipping the seemingly endless drink before
deciding they had finished and crushing the cup with their claw
that they'd been holding it with, shards of china falling and
evaporating into small clouds of dust, and then nothing. "Good
morning!" She beamed, almost seeming fake.
what in the name of william afton is that? Isabelle was
freaked out. Well, more technically her child's mind was. Just
before this she was having a nightmare, which always happens
whenever she tries to sleep. Which is why she didn't sleep often.
She didn't really have a need for sleep, being a ghost and all, but
she liked the feeling. She was a little too shaken up to respond to
the . . . thing that was suspended in the air above all of them.
is this a nightmare? am i still sleeping?
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
*Grimm thought her goggle/eyes where covered in something, until
she saw the new specimen floating there, Artur was huddled in her
hands, hiding himself out of fear*
"Oh, my, you must all be so confused!" He had no allocated
mouth, it kinda wouldn't be there sometimes while others it would,
so when he spoke it looked kinda funny. Their feet met the
'ground', and they really weren't that tall, maybe 5'9.
*Grimm would sit at one of the seats that seemed to have a booster
seat. She grabbed some tea leaves and macarons from her bag, she
put some of the hot water on the tea leaves she placed in her cup,
she put the macarons out for them to have*
i mean, tea would be amazing. Isabelle just stared at the
thing. "What even are you?" She managed to get out, but her voice
sounded like a squeaky toy. is there any biscuits? Isabelle
-being a brit- would've been excited at the mere mention of tea.
But now was not the time.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
"I haven't had contact with others for years! My name is Vortex.
Oh, it's so nice to meet you all!" She was beaming from ear to
ear... Well, he would be if they had visible ears. "As for your
questions, I am a being of dark matter created by a damaged
physical body and overwhelming grief." She stopped for a second.
"And, yes, I do have biscuits. Do you have any in particular you'd
like?"
frick it can read my mind. Isabelle pondered for a moment.
"Uh. . scones." She said, but it sounded more like a question then
an answer. "Why are we here?" She asked. That was her question from
the start, the question probably everyone had been wondering. She
walked over to Grimm and Vortex, being a little polite and sitting
at the table. i don't really want to fight anyone- anything at
this moment. She was very weak right now, having her rest
disturbed. Resting was how she recovered bits and pieces of her
body that got damaged, but it took a long time. So there was some
blue liquid- ghosts blood- spilling out of her leg as she had been
in the process of healing, but it didn't seem to affect her much.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
*Grimm would blink, her goggle eyes mushing closed and opening
again, she would take a tug at her beak and pull her cloak down to
reveal there was no strap, nor a spot where a mask would meet a
face*
He gave a quiet nod. "It's just you reminded me of an old
friend. They always wore a mask like that and i'd never seen their
face. But the past's the past. Thank you for answering my
question." She took a moment to think. "You're mute, right?"