Mimic stumbled clumsily through the forest, bashing into trees, making a horrible racket, and altogether making a fool out of himself. His medeival armor was the cause of his imbalance, due to its restriction of peripheral vision. He ran headfirst into an oak and fell back, dazed.
Mimicry is the Highest Form
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The forest? Hmm... Sounded like a good place for quiet... Right? A young woman of seventeen, attired in her usual dark clothing wandered through the woods silently, like a shadow. Though she couldn't help but hear the commotion going on in the forest. The animals, the rustling leaves... The clashing of metal? That was a new one...
Eloi's curiosity got the best of her, and she followed the noise. She came upon a young man who looked about her age in a suit of armor, konked out on the ground. She raised an eyebrow, and wasn't sure what to make of this.
Eloi's curiosity got the best of her, and she followed the noise. She came upon a young man who looked about her age in a suit of armor, konked out on the ground. She raised an eyebrow, and wasn't sure what to make of this.
After a few moments, Mimic regained enough consciousness to reach up and remove his helmet, allowing his head of gray hair to stick out. Although his eyes were the same dull gray, they seemed to have quite a bit of life in them. He stood up, ready to keep walking (Although he'd probably do more stumbling.) when he sensed that someone was near.
He turned his head toward the woman, giving her a warm smile. "Good afternoon. What brings you here?" He asked politely, giving an elegant bow despite his heavy suit of armor.
He turned his head toward the woman, giving her a warm smile. "Good afternoon. What brings you here?" He asked politely, giving an elegant bow despite his heavy suit of armor.
Eloi watched the big hunky metal stand up, and figured there was actually a man inside after he pulled off his helmet. She looked at him rather confused, as his lively eyes turned on her.
"Good afternoon. What brings you here?"
She just sort of stared at him for a moment, unsure how to respond. She sure wasn't going to use her powers to talk to him. And there wasn't any sand to draw in, so she just stood there, looking at him blankly.
"Good afternoon. What brings you here?"
She just sort of stared at him for a moment, unsure how to respond. She sure wasn't going to use her powers to talk to him. And there wasn't any sand to draw in, so she just stood there, looking at him blankly.
Mimic blinked. He hadn't planned on meeting a silent beauty. He cleared his throat, taking a step closer. "I'm Mimic. It's nice to meet you."
"Mimic," She thought. That was an interesting name. She wondered if that had anything to do with any powers he might have...?
Though she continued to look at him wide-eyed, unsure of what to do. She nodded, as he explained who he was and how it was nice to meet her. How was it nice to meet her if she hadn't said anything? What was he doing wearing all of that armor anyways? Wasn't it uncomfortable or something? He took a step closer, and she took a step back, not exactly wanting him to get close to her.
Though she continued to look at him wide-eyed, unsure of what to do. She nodded, as he explained who he was and how it was nice to meet her. How was it nice to meet her if she hadn't said anything? What was he doing wearing all of that armor anyways? Wasn't it uncomfortable or something? He took a step closer, and she took a step back, not exactly wanting him to get close to her.
Mimic frowned. His attitude completely changed, from cheerful to glomy. Tears welled up in his eyes. "I see; You're afraid of me... I understand." He sat by a tree, clutching his knees between his arms.
Mimic seemed to go from one positive emotion to a negative one in the blink of an eye. She saw him curl into a siting position, and couldn't help but think that was something she would do.
Right. Mimic. Of course.
She bit her lip, and conern filled her eyes. She reached out to touch, and comfort him, but she soon retracted her arm, unable to do it. what if she ended up hurting him in the end? She didn't mean to be afraid of him... She... Couldn't help it.
Right. Mimic. Of course.
She bit her lip, and conern filled her eyes. She reached out to touch, and comfort him, but she soon retracted her arm, unable to do it. what if she ended up hurting him in the end? She didn't mean to be afraid of him... She... Couldn't help it.
Mimic's eyes turned lavender. He huddled on the other side of the tree. He sent her a telepathic message, although it would be a bit difficult to decipher due to his inexperience with telepathy. Stay back, It warned. I don't want either of us to get hurt. He was feeding off of her emotions, turning his hair a midnight blue.
Mimic's eyes copied the color of her eyes, and Eloi's eyes widened. She shook her head. "No, no one should have to endure what I go through. He will hurt himself. Please young man, don't copy me," she thought. Then he started giving her a jumbled message she eventually sorted out.
"I don't want either of us to get hurt."
Mimic's hair turned her color, and Eloi gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth in shock. This couldn't be happening. Why was he turning into her? Why would he want to turn into her? "Please, youg man, you don't want to copy me..." She pleaded to him through his thoughts. He had sucessfully gotten her to speak to him telepathically. But these were desparate measures. She really didn't want him to hurt himself because he copied her!
"I don't want either of us to get hurt."
Mimic's hair turned her color, and Eloi gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth in shock. This couldn't be happening. Why was he turning into her? Why would he want to turn into her? "Please, youg man, you don't want to copy me..." She pleaded to him through his thoughts. He had sucessfully gotten her to speak to him telepathically. But these were desparate measures. She really didn't want him to hurt himself because he copied her!
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