pterosaur: (🎧Trail away your robes of sorrow)
[Above's been in an unhappy mood and doesn't really want to write. But she hasn't seen anyone else mention it, so...]

Go look at the Wilderness.
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Not that this isn't hilarious most of the time, but [pause] This is the third different miniskirt in four days.

Which is pretty dumb. Not the sort who looks good in a skirt, you know? Anyone spending this much effort getting these things to stick to me should've picked that up.

Love the wig-hat combo, though. But I think it'd be better with a ponytail. If it was closer to my eyes they'd get lashed.

[She's a pirate! ...In an outfit which would be called moderately fanservicy if it was on a human woman of age.]
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Hey, knight or knights and your crew, whoever you are?

I have to admit, you've done some mean backjumps. Pretty much everywhere people live, you've bombed; I love the dress-ups on the bridges, and that slam in front of the hall of beginnings? Impressive. I guess your tag's the trollface. If I was you and trying to go all-city, I'd try for more throw-ups and a piece or two, a real burner, but hey, I can't handle the cannons. I'm not a writer anymore. [Except that one time in the theater parking lot. And around her nest.]

But now you're slinging my tag around. You're biting my style. That is not on. There's only one garish time traveling psychic anachronism slumming it here, and she's me. Unless there's another, in which case hey, you're awesome, we should hang out.

[She is using graffiti terminology. ...And not being entirely serious, but she is annoyed about seeing her tag a couple times. 'Time traveling' was underlined after a comment from Key. And then she gets ~flashy~. These five letters practically span from one side of the page to the other.]

pterosaur: (💔Fey and sudden and unholy)
You're lying on your side, paralyzed. You feel cottony, unfocused.

There's someone at the exposed trunk of your body. You're not in any kind of position to see it, but you see it anyway. See him. In the way dreams are, you're him at the same time that you're you. You don't see yourself or him clearly at all.

He has what you know is a scalpel. Those don't usually have circular blades that whine like dentist's drills, but this one does.
A very non-medically-accurate dissection dream.. )
pterosaur: (⅋Many people do.)
[This is pretty close to how I imagine Above's writing is like. Messy, thick-marker stuff, but legible. Though she can fit more letters per line.]

[There's a blot on the paper. She wants to thank the people who watched her glass cocoon, but... Anyway.]


So anyone heard of a nothlit before?  And
pterosaur: (💔Quickly lost)
[Looks like Above's picked up an implement more suited to human hands.  Replies, again, will be with [info]dream_of_flesh .]
I have a stalker.


[LOL, thank you Tobu]

What should I name it?  It doesn't talk.  Just follows me around and looks at me like a dope.  It seems scared of some people, though.

And it's been six days and I'm still human.  If this keeps up... I'll need a job.

[ALSO: at some point, the Simon household will find that someone has left a box on the doorstep labeled "For Simon".  Inside there are five or six pierced moon shells on a knotted cord under a foot long.  Above has disguised her handwriting, but it's still in whatever implement she's using while human.  Hope he doesn't think it's creepy~!]
pterosaur: (🎧You shall walk with me tomorrow.)
Wait, I have blue eyes?

[Someone saw her pic.  And no, normally they are red, but she doesn't have a mirror and has difficulty seeing reflections in water.]

I think you took the picture from too close.   This should be fun!
pterosaur: (💔Fey and sudden and unholy)
I think I like the windy days best.  More than I used to, anyway.  I'm getting better at landing in it, and my coat's grown out a little.  I only really feel the cold when I stop.

I tried landing near this one really old rundown building and ended up way up in the branches.  Some people use signs and padlocks, some people use noisy alarms, and some people set up teleportation, I guess.  It probably works better than locks and alarms.  I'd want that kind of security system too, if I had anything to protect.
pterosaur: (🌱Now I am bereft)
Oh my god this is ridiculous.  A Mr. Showmanship costume?  On me?  Really?  Wow.  I'm impressed.  And a little blinding.  You people might want to be careful about looking up.

...I'd kind of like to keep the boots, but I'm not sure I'd be able to put them on.

Well, anyway.  This is hard to sa I can't  

[pause]
  So I can fit in the elevator.  It's uncomfortable, but I can make it.  Thing is, I can't quite hit the button.  And the people I saw didn't seem terribly willing to squeeze into an elevator full of sequined pterosaur, so...

Anyone feel like hitting it for me?  I'll probably need it on the way back, too.

[
Liberace!  She knows who that is, vaguely.  ...And she doesn't like asking for help.]
pterosaur: (⬲And not be the first.)
[The writing’s in what looks like marker. She’s got a really fat marker in hand, but since her journal is larger than normal, the script looks like it’s written in a more standard-sized marker, and it’s only a little larger than average. The writing itself is somewhat clumsy and awkward. It would seem to be in all caps except that capital letters are definitely taller than the others.]

So yeah. I’m Above.  I think I had the wrong dream.

[There’s a pause and some blotches. Hard to tell if they’re false starts or pentaps.]


I don't suppose there are any more azhdarchid pterosaurs here?  If you are, you've been hiding very well.  ["azhdarchid" may translate as "dragon", "Pterosaur" may stay or turn into something like "winged finger lizard".]  Apple says I'm the first one he's seen.

This place is crazy.

[She can't think of anything else - she has no idea what she should say - so she puts her tag, the arrowlike shape from her dream.  It's not as symmetrical and crisp as this, but you get the idea.]


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