Observation 3 - Transferable Skill

[originalnumber]

[Action - Park] 

Today, Astral is sitting in the park with a large pad of blank paper and a pencil. He seems to be staring at various objects for certain amounts of time before looking at the pad of paper and starting to draw- and this goes on for quite some time in fact.

The interesting thing however, is that something that most would pop out a 'gesture drawing' from is coming out as a full scale, heavily detailed and accurate pencil sketch, and he doesn't even seem to be finding this difficult unless one counts the fatigue his fingers are beginning to feel.

For the moment, he might actually have just finished a picture of a bird, the playground equipment...

Or perhaps you, in whatever pose you were in a few moments ago.

It really depends.

Comments

[nyanpire]

[How hard is it to draw a kitten that's in a stop-start of fairly constant motion? Nyanpire's there, stalking dry leaves, going from low pre-pounce crouches to sudden bursts of frenzied leaf-mauling activity.

But phew, this is hard work... he eventually flops over, a half-shredded leaf in his mouth, to catch his breath.]

Pt!

[Oh hey. Was someone watching him?]

Nyaa?

[originalnumber]

"AH-" CATS.

He briefly freezes, but soon gets over it. He's somewhat afraid of cats, sorry. "... ....Hello." Well, the fact is he only needed a single look... If nyanpire is in constant motion after, it's plenty okay... Photographic memory that he appears to have and all that.

[nyanpire]

Nyaa?

[How is it that cats seem to know when they're not wanted? And thus respond by smothering that person with attention? Nyanpire feels that instinctive feline understanding, then rolls to his feet and bounds playfully over.]

Hello! Who're you, nyaa?

[originalnumber]

Hahhhhhhhh it TAL-

Astral quickly comes to the only solution that will allow him peace.

This is not a cat. yes it is.

Swallow.

"...Astral."

[nyanpire]

Astral!

[The answer seems to please him. He plunks his behind down on the ground, sitting right in front of him, beaming kittenishly.]

I'm Nyanpire! [His little wings give a flap. And then... he considers something, brings a paw to his chin, and looks thoughtful.]

Nyaa... I'm a little scary-scary cuz I'm a vampire, but I'm nyice! So don't be scared!

[originalnumber]

AHA.

Vampire.

Therefore, not a cat. Look at that fear evaporating. "Aah. A vampire?"

[nyanpire]

Nyaa! A vampire! [His wings do that flappy-flappy thing again, and he grins wide enough to show off his fangs. They're larger than normal cat-fangs ought to be...]

But.. but I'm nyice and won't drink your blood.

Unless you let me, nyaaaaaaa.....

And of course this is his first concern. :|a

[originalnumber]

"Aah- I am not entirely certain it would be safe to consume... I was not a physical being before arriving here, and I am not entirely certain how I came into possession of a functioning body..."

Gotta start being concerned somewhere!

[nyanpire]

....nyaa?

[The glee sort of drains away, and is replaced with confusion. Those are big words and strange concepts... but wait, wait wait...]

When you come to Mayfield, they take away your POWERS and your COOL STUFF! So... so...

[He paws at his chin again, thinking very hard.]

So you don't taste good, nyaa?

Hahaha yup. xD

[originalnumber]

"I am not certain I would have a taste at all- it would be impossible in my previous state, which means anything I am at the moment has been entirely fabricated from something else." Uh.

Big words.

[nyanpire]

[...biiiiiig words.]

Everyone's got a taste, nyaa. Red things are the tastiest!

[originalnumber]

"Mmm? Red things?"

[nyanpire]

Red things! Like blood, and ketchup, and tomatoes, and jam, and and and... [He pauses, needing to stop and think of more things.] ...and hot sauce, and strawberries, and watermelon, and... and lots of things, nyaa!

[originalnumber]

"Aah. That is quite a lot of things."

[nyanpire]

Nyaa. Lots of things are yummy-yummy.

[This seems to satisfy him. He stretches forwards on the ground, and lies down on his belly, chin resting on his little front paws.]

I think I'm gonnya have a nap...

[originalnumber]

"Aah. Alright.

"...Do you mind if I record this?" He gestures to the paper as he says this. Ohhh, he means draw...

[nyanpire]

...record? [He lifts his head, looking a bit befuddled. But aah... sleepy... his head soon dips back down.]

Nyaa, okay, you can....

[originalnumber]

He nods, smiling, and getting back to work.

He'll let you sleep, little 'nyanpire'- you're far nicer than the cats he sees back home in his opinion.