+1 Half-Alien Artist

[reorienting]

When the Morpho touches down on the furthest outskirts, the ship itself seems only large enough for two people. If he isn't bothered then and there, he can be found wandering about, clad entirely in his latex-like flight suit and a gossamer mask he's made, comprised supposedly of intricately-woven spider thread.

He can easily be found out and about, sketchpad and an old pencil in hand as he draws what he sees. It's late enough in the evening that he arrives. He's mindful to keep distance from anyone in the area, to the point of exhibiting avoidant behavior unless they deliberately approach him.

Should he even stay here? Should he just go again?

For the most part, he only wanders about the outskirts and wilds. Nowhere in a closed space.

Maybe it's wrong to come here, anyway. But so long as he continues to observe his strict cleaning regimen, and physically distances to keep the temptation to interact with others down, there's no risk. He can treat this just like any other planetary observance. It's worked in keeping himself and others safe for two centuries now. It'll work here, too.

Regardless of where he's found, he's surprised when someone gets too close to his self-enforced distance. Even if they're familiar, he doesn't recognize them at first, shoulders hunched and head tucked downward.

"Ah-- I'm sorry, could you please take a few steps back?"


[ooc: For those I've threaded with before, you're welcome to have your character remember Glenn! If so, please let me know, so I can adjust Glenn's reactions to match. :) Furthermore, please feel free to use whatever writing style/tense you prefer; I'll match it.]

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[sordiddetails]

It is the landing of a space craft that attracts her attention. In her own world it meant aliens, or other aliens, which were rare or non-existent depending on who you ask. She too stays to the edges of the wilds since humans are problematic for her species on so many levels. While she lives among them the concept of random humans from other universes still unnerves her.

He will probably find the woman approaching his ship, or at least the long sheer dress might cue other species into a female presence. She walks silently in the cold, unbothered by it, in fact it feels good. As an Anthean she is close to seven feet tall and delicately slender in a way that doesn't seem possible for a human frame. Her movements are fluid and while they are slow her long limbs mean that she transverses space quickly. There are other non human characteristics. Her whole eyes are bright yellow with snake like slit pupils and the eyelids transparent, she has small fangs, lacks fingernails, and her skin so pale it seems translucent. Her hair is also bright red and falls well past her waist which could be human but her brows and lashes are the same bright color. Her presence brings with it a peaceful, quiet, calm that may be be comforting or unnerving as it settles onto the space.

Truth is the ship is what attracted her attention and she hadn't noticed him at first. Her eyes turn on him slowly though she isn't reading him with any mental abilities she can see the entire electromagnetic spectrum. Looking at anyone new takes time to process.

"Of your steps or mine?" She asks politely though curious about why distance is demanded. Her species thrives on closeness.

[She's an alien. Her profile is here and that of her species is here]

Thanks for the info! :D

[reorienting]

He can't smell very well thanks to the gossamer-thread mask he's wearing, but he actually looks up at her question, colorless eyes immediately reflecting her colors in kind, from skin to hair, depending on where he looks.

"Ah. Mine. I simply do not want to spread my condition to others. I am quite certain that my suit is sufficient in guarding others from me at the moment, but... Just want to take some time and measurements to make sure."

He's already waiting for results, but if he's just out and about away from people, it's fine.

If nothing else beyond his unusual body, such as heartbeat and the like, it's that he's completely covered in black from neck to toe. Even his black hair seems strange compared to humans, comprised of fur-like strands mixed with soft bird feathers.

Seeing her appearance, even her height, Glenn doesn't flinch.

"Beg pardon, I am not in your way, am I?"

[ooc: Glenn's info (however slapdash it is and needs tidying) can be found here, as well as in the comments~]

[sordiddetails]

She complies but her eyes stay on him

"You're unwell?" Her voice is neutral but concern and worry fill in the ambiance. It's her species norm, the quiet empathy sharing the emotions others did with thier voice.

She shakes her head slowly, one of the many gestures she picked up from her human husband. "I saw the ship. Vehicles aren't common here so I came to see."