01-19-2016, 05:31 PM
About 30 feet away, Jams continues to walk toward the small group, headphones in his ears and a bounce to his step. Music drives his soul as he snaps to the off-beat and steps to the tempo. Anxiety begins to fill his entire being with every step he takes toward the group, but the smooth rhythm of Jazz expels these feelings by the bucketful. He starts to examine the group a bit more closely as he walks. He identifies a girl with-
At 25 feet, Jams is literally knocked down by the shock he endures as he hears an exceedingly livid man exclaim in an incredibly robust swear. The man appears to have a great number of scars on his body, particularly around his arms and hands. His hair is white, and he dons a white cloak and hood with a white shirt underneath. Basically everything about him is as blank as the void around him, although based on his emotion, Jams imagines that red would suit him better. There is an unfamiliar crest worn around his neck as well as a book by his side, both connected to his person by way of metal chains. The man is a brighter red than a tomato, and even more inflamed than a star. He seems hostile, but Jams figures that he probably isn't as bad as he seems. Jams promptly realizes that he said all of that aloud and instantly lowers his voice. This obviously did nothing to appease his anxiety.
Upon getting off the ground, he noticed that next to the enraged lunatic is a woman in a green dress with brown hair and a yellow crown, and she certainly seemed a lot more jovial than her companion- wait, that isn't a woman. Jams goes off to the side to bash his head into the ground, and fails to do so due to the confusion he has between floor and wall of the Canvas. He decided upon this name for the world he was in, since it was about as empty as an unused sheet of paper, and it's certainly a lot catchier than just calling it a void. It probably had a different name, he figured, but until he got the chance to learn what it was, he'd insist on describing this place as "The Canvas."
Feeling even less sure about his actions, Jams attempts to continue identifying the person he was trying to earlier from about 20 feet away. All he is able to note is that it was a girl with long hair, glasses, a black dress, and dog ears of all things. He couldn't note much more, because before Jams knew it, a crowd was forming consisting of an enormous man with an extremely pale complexion, another slightly shorter man in rather intimidating armor, a couple of humanoid creatures with orange horns and grey skin, and a few others.
"Oh jeez, all these people, I dunno if I want to talk to them-" Jams states, interrupted due to him slapping himself to regain his logic. "Get over it, get over there. Can't make friends if ya don't try!" He shakes his head and walks to the group with a bounce in his step and a set of headphones blasting jazz into his ears at a somewhat reasonable volume, determined to acquaint himself with the locals at the very least. After all, looks can be deceiving, and the only one of them that seemed hostile at the time was the white-garbed man. Well, the gray-skinned humanoid with bags under his eyes seems pretty miffed at everything, yet somehow also seems harmless. Odd.
Jams walks up to the group casually yet nervously in an attempt to simply be himself around these strangers. He attempts to introduce himself, but all he can get out is "Hey, I'm Jams, nice to meet you peoples...". He doesn't expect anyone to pay him any mind, seeing as everyone here seems flustered around whatever is on the tired humanoid's shoe or the aggravated man in white. Instead of asking someone, he just stands from a small distance, observing the situation and trying to make sense of it.
At 25 feet, Jams is literally knocked down by the shock he endures as he hears an exceedingly livid man exclaim in an incredibly robust swear. The man appears to have a great number of scars on his body, particularly around his arms and hands. His hair is white, and he dons a white cloak and hood with a white shirt underneath. Basically everything about him is as blank as the void around him, although based on his emotion, Jams imagines that red would suit him better. There is an unfamiliar crest worn around his neck as well as a book by his side, both connected to his person by way of metal chains. The man is a brighter red than a tomato, and even more inflamed than a star. He seems hostile, but Jams figures that he probably isn't as bad as he seems. Jams promptly realizes that he said all of that aloud and instantly lowers his voice. This obviously did nothing to appease his anxiety.
Upon getting off the ground, he noticed that next to the enraged lunatic is a woman in a green dress with brown hair and a yellow crown, and she certainly seemed a lot more jovial than her companion- wait, that isn't a woman. Jams goes off to the side to bash his head into the ground, and fails to do so due to the confusion he has between floor and wall of the Canvas. He decided upon this name for the world he was in, since it was about as empty as an unused sheet of paper, and it's certainly a lot catchier than just calling it a void. It probably had a different name, he figured, but until he got the chance to learn what it was, he'd insist on describing this place as "The Canvas."
Feeling even less sure about his actions, Jams attempts to continue identifying the person he was trying to earlier from about 20 feet away. All he is able to note is that it was a girl with long hair, glasses, a black dress, and dog ears of all things. He couldn't note much more, because before Jams knew it, a crowd was forming consisting of an enormous man with an extremely pale complexion, another slightly shorter man in rather intimidating armor, a couple of humanoid creatures with orange horns and grey skin, and a few others.
"Oh jeez, all these people, I dunno if I want to talk to them-" Jams states, interrupted due to him slapping himself to regain his logic. "Get over it, get over there. Can't make friends if ya don't try!" He shakes his head and walks to the group with a bounce in his step and a set of headphones blasting jazz into his ears at a somewhat reasonable volume, determined to acquaint himself with the locals at the very least. After all, looks can be deceiving, and the only one of them that seemed hostile at the time was the white-garbed man. Well, the gray-skinned humanoid with bags under his eyes seems pretty miffed at everything, yet somehow also seems harmless. Odd.
Jams walks up to the group casually yet nervously in an attempt to simply be himself around these strangers. He attempts to introduce himself, but all he can get out is "Hey, I'm Jams, nice to meet you peoples...". He doesn't expect anyone to pay him any mind, seeing as everyone here seems flustered around whatever is on the tired humanoid's shoe or the aggravated man in white. Instead of asking someone, he just stands from a small distance, observing the situation and trying to make sense of it.
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