[OPEN] Left With Nothing But a Name

[x_darkslayer]

Characters: Nelo Angelo, OPEN
Where: outside, anywhere, any city within the "main" area?
When: basically while no affecting plot is going on/after most current events
Summary: Nelo is just wandering about the city a bit, exploring. Will be stalkerish if Tony shows up.
Warnings: None currently; depends on who shows up.

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[lyoko_coder]

Even reclusive computer nerds had to see sunshine every so often. Even if the sun in question was artificial.

For once, Jeremie hadn't argued with his roommate on the matter, venturing out without being goaded into doing so. He squinted for a moment in the light, eyes needing to adjust from artificial lighting from incredibly realistic artificial sunlight. Then he started to walk.

He subconsciously skirted around other people, going in the general direction of the foot traffic but not quite blending in with the flow. He mentally noted landmarks and street names. It wouldn't do to get lost.

A man with a long purple coat approached from the other direction. The man's startlingly white (not pale, white) face were a definite attention-grabber. Perhaps this man was an albino.

Regardless, it was none of his business as he continued to walk.

((OOC: You looked so lonely. :D Feel free to harass.))

[x_darkslayer]

((I was so lonely. ;; Harassing is definitely something I can do. :D))

But Nelo could feel it when someone lingered just a little too long on his appearance; stared at him for just that extra second that meant they had some more interest than the usual person, even if it were just slightly more than the rest. His eyes snapped easily and quickly to the boy.

He stopped walking after the boy had passed him, briefly contemplated, then turned around to follow. His steps were silent, his aura impossible to read (he'd learned that trick a long time ago as just a way to hide from his master), but of course turning around one would actually see him.

Nelo told himself it was mild curiosity. What about his appearance attracted the boy's attention? Was it something wrong with his doppleganger ability; and was it something he could fix about it?

[lyoko_coder]

For someone so intelligent, it was amazing just how oblivious Jeremie could be when he was thinking of something else. At the moment, he focused on the surrounding shops, just window-shopping for no other reason than he could.

This is an unproductive exercise. Stop it at once.

Jeremie snorted, rolling his eyes. He mentally bit back the rebellious teenager's cry of "You're not the boss of me!", merely continuing on simply to annoy XANA.

He'd already dismissed the apparent albino from his mind, thinking that it was another "atmosphere" person the computer had created for whatever reason.

[x_darkslayer]

He was in fact not so easily dismissed into the realm of "just another puppet being" here to add into the somewhat fake reality of a "normal" society. He was fully Phased and somehow aware to the knowledge that the kid in front of him was as well. Call it an extra-peripheral sense

[veryusefulbook]

The Princess had just recently gotten back into town and was on the prowl. She'd already stumbled upon the part of her mother's kingdom that claimed residence in Phase now. Lucky for her, there was a small little place she called home in the part of the Shadowlands that her mother built for her. A sort of playhouse. She had been there, it seems, her mother and half the kingdom had been taken. She smirked to herself as she walked the streets of wherever the hell she was

[x_darkslayer]

Nelo did not react to the young human's whispered words; if he was surprised by her admission, startled by someone seeing what he could do and what he was, he showed no evidence of it. He blinked once, slowly, calmly, before turning around to face her. His (now pale blue) eyes roamed over her appearance carefully, not slowly, but again if he were impressed or at all had a reaction to her looks there was nothing to show for it. In fact that could be declared quite clearly: he wasn't impressed, and he definitely did not feel anything towards it. Except, perhaps, disgust and unamusement.

He tilted his head to the side slightly and put on an air of innocence mixed with slight noncomprehension. "Saw what?" he asked plainly. His voice was deep but not so much it was repulsive; the inflection he gave to it in order to further convey his sense of confusion made it very soft and somewhat appealing for that matter.

[veryusefulbook]

She ignores his reply and even his lack of excitement or amusement at her appearance. She anticipated as much. She didn't, however, anticipate the appealing nature of his voice. Quite nice, actually.

"It's an interesting trick," she continued. "And although, I don't know what you are, well, we should never have to hide what we really are, should we?" As her sentence comes to an end her normal appearing brown eyes cloud over with black and instantly become normal again.

"It is true you might not be accepted by all you meet, but that does not make what you are an abomination... or something to be ashamed of."

She smiles up at him, but not in her usual flirty way. It is a genuine sort of smile, not expression a whole lot of anything, but making her look much older than she appears in her current garb. It's somewhat.. unnerving.

[x_darkslayer]

Nelo did not react in the slightest to the Princess's little show of true essence. He merely blinked as his expression went utterly slack, a blankness that rivaled the expressionlessness of a statue.

He could sense she was not human. He didn't know what she was but felt the darkness so akin to his own species he did not really consider much beyond that. And he did not consider her a threat to him in the least.

He sneered, slightly, briefly, at her comment. "Hold your tongue when you speak of what you know nothing about. My guise is only to keep the pathetic humans at ease--but one day this realm will be ours."

He didn't explain who the "we" in "ours" indicated but that was typical. He didn't care what she thought either.