A Shiny New Playground (Open)

Basil- similarly new, exploring, and looking for anything interesting- could smell iron, likely meaning blood, and was instantly drawn to it. It was possible it was nothing, that someone just sliced a finger open on a thorn, but it could also mean a fight had broken out. Or something else entirely! Either way, once Basil was curious about something, he wouldn't leave it alone until satisfied. He let a skip enter his step.

It wasn't too hard to find the subject of his most recent curiosity, as the origin really stood out. Where Basil was overwhelming in his aura of impending calamity and corruption, this girl was the same with the way she dressed and presented herself. The colors and styles she wore were intensely loud, and attacked the senses. It was indulgent, and screamed to be looked at.

Basil loved it. Anything unforgivably bold and attention grabbing, he adored. He felt empathy for all things considered 'too much', seeing he was one of those things himself, and sensory overloads were all too good tasting.

While he didn't approach the girl right away, instead sitting himself down on a bench, he kept a watch on her and smiled appreciatively. Maybe he'd say hi, maybe not. He wanted to see what happened if she caught sight of him (well, he was hard to miss), and what she'd do. Would she be repulsed? Ignore him? Maybe even smile back, or say hi? He was curious, always curious.

Basil leaned forward a tiny bit, copying her movement. "Hello hello," he returned, quite perkily- his outward personality always rivaled the energy he gave off. He eyed the slice in her skin, inspecting it as though he'd learn everything just through that. So it had been blood. The scent was still in the air, and his lips twitched at it.

He relaxed back again, making eye contact with the girl. Well, young woman was probably a far more fitting thing to call her. "I wasn't sure if you'd come over here or not. I'm glad." He tilted his head. "You're very eye catching, as well as what you just did. But I'm sure you know all that already."

The monster smirked. "I'm Basil. It'd be a pleasure to receive your name in return, if you'd like to offer such a thing up. What do you say?"

Basil's eyes glittered when the other gave him a better view of healed- for lack of a better term- wound. He quickly gave a pleased look, a quiet thank you, and turned to face her when she dropped down beside him. "Welcome to my bench," he murmured lightly, amused.

Basil hummed, enjoying the soft vibration the action always gave his skin. "I'll second that. I'll admit, it's been a while since it's taken me more than a day to explore a place. I've never actually been on an island, actually. I'd been worried, in the very back of my mind, behind all the excitement and commotion, that it'd make me feel trapped. Or I don't know, that I'd run out of space in an instant. Hasn't happened yet, here's to hoping it stays that way, hm? Cheers."

Basil's face lit up all at once at the tiny, but still showy, bow. He reached to clasp both his hands around hers, giving it a warm squeeze before letting go again. "Sionnach," he repeated, getting a feel for the name, nodding. He liked names with the letter 's' in them, it wasn't really something with a specific meaning behind it, simply one of Basil's many quirks.

"Absolutely. One hundred percent, genuine, home grown eldritch atmosphere, my friend. My own little slice of uncontrollable corruption. Quite the conversation starter, and really, equally a repellant." He gazed at the young woman sunnily, enjoying the lack of fear or disgust, but also the fact that what he was had still been seen and acknowledged. He'd attracted those that were interested by the vibe he gave off before, thrill seekers and those that danced with death usually, but also oblivious. Human. Ordinary. Even if he had appreciated them while they lasted. They just couldn't fulfill everything he wanted. Basil wanted a lot, and always more. He wasn't sure that he could ever truly be satisfied, it probably wasn't in his nature.

He laughed at the compliment, and batted his eyelashes a little. "Thank you, I'm happy to be of service, quite literally offer up some eye candy if that's what you're looking for. Heh."

"I'm reasonably aquatic. If I make the effort to be, that is," Basil chuckled. "I mostly hail from dense, bright cities. If I claimed to really originate from anywhere in particular, it probably couldn't be very honest. But, that happens to be my chosen environment- which is, perhaps, far more telling."

"Goblin, is it? Hmm! I'm still learning about this world, but don't worry, I'm a very fast and enthusiastic learner. Just haven't had the time or resources I needed before to research such things, being researched myself." He looked over her teeth, tapping his lips absently as he did so. If said species were one appreciative of darker natures, however, that was a relief to know. If only all of them were like that.

Basil's eyebrows raised as she leant in and spoke, then a slow grin stretched his face. He raised both hands, making a show of hiding his face, waiting a second. At first, he only opened a space in his fingers for the eyes that were expected to be there. Then, he moved his hands back to rest in his lap, and revealed the rest that had popped up.

Although his freckles of course outnumbered them by far, there were at least seven smaller eyes dotted across his face, and perhaps one peeking out from his neck. They were overly saturated reds, pinks, and purples in colors that varied- both candylike and straining. They didn't all blink at the same times, and sometimes they just didn't blink at all. Some of them fixed with some curiosity on Sionnach, others did their own thing. If they didn't excitedly flicker about, they might not come across as real.

"Even if you were, it's not as though I don't have a few to spare," He said, replying to her comment with a truth-based joke of his own. "but I'm not averse to playing a little, either." While he copied her purr, it had an extra reptilian edge to it, a light hiss somewhere hidden away.

Basil laughed melodically at the excited reaction, and the bouncing. "Mm, yes, they're all real and usable eyes, although they work a bit differently than the main two, and have a bit of a mind of their own. Everywhere on my body, and sometimes unconsciously. I'm fantastic with darkness and magic, in terms of sight.

He paused, humming. "Somewhat. I can look a bit more shadowy, as well as sometimes reach out with those shadow based tendrils. Those can simply show up, too. This is all still new to me, so I'm not the best at controlling or understanding it all yet. I'll fix that as soon as possible."

It seemed it was Sionnach's turn for show and tell. Basil sat patiently, and watched closely. She sliced through herself, and created with her own lifeblood. That was fascinating. He kept track of this with all of his eyes, peering from the back of his neck as the metallic substance flowed behind him and was roughly sculpted. He gasped when it came forward to move him, then paid attention with his most used eyes again, peering at the goblin.

The Eldritch's lips curled into another delighted smile, and he kissed Sionnach on the nose in appreciation of what she'd shared with him. "Ah, your abilities are lovely, and so are you. Bravo."