Thread: They Can't Feel Like We Do (PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

While less surprised than moments ago, Cavalier was still nonetheless a little bit additionally surprised as, after his dramatic action meant to assist in the purpose of warding away the unfriendly-looking man, Mia...actually seemed to get more into the moment, genuinely . While his tactile sense was a little better than most warforged, it was still a little 'dull' when it came to feeling out fine details, yet he did feel the even softer part of Mia than her lips, her tongue, brushing against his mouth. He allowed his jaw to part open, as she actually seemed interested in exploring him with her tongue! And indeed, the inside of his oral cavity had none of the edges and roughness of a normal warforged, being polished and smooth and... almost soft, with his plant-fiber musculature on the inside. It had taken Cavalier an unreasonable amount of research to find out what fleshings actually did when they kissed, but he had not expected that he would actually experience that, and on his first attempt at this type of 'socializing', no less! With his own blink-less field of view focused on Mia's face right up against his, he noticed how she actually relaxed even more than he had expected, her eyes in particularly just sliding into a relaxed state...he even heard a small sound from her! What an absolute delight this was for the artificial man. Even if it had been done for ulterior reasons, if the night ended right here and now, Cavalier would be fully satisfied and pleased with what he had experienced. Once they finally both stood back up and faced the crowd, their goal seemed to be accomplished the Dragonmarked half-elf had not interrupted them. There was of course the wild whispers and mutterings from the crowd all around the pair. Cavalier listened to it all, knowing he had to be ready to face things like this. Fortunately, the general sentiment seemed to be one of bewilderment, than any notable hostility. At Mia's question though, Cavalier shifted his attention from the crowd and back to her as he turned his head to look at her, with his flexing wooden jaw bending into a smile again. Why, as a matter of fact, yes. I was rather fond of the reddish coloration of cherrywood, and so when I modified my jaw, I used cherrywood instead of the usual darkwood. Interestingly, the red of the cherrywood has somewhat 'bled' into the surrounding wood and plantmatter of my construction, and I am considering working more cherrywood into my core to spread the effect further...and that it is also pleasant to your sense of taste is a bonus! He happily explained to her, while walking with her through the crowd into the theater auditorium, as the rest of the crowd also began filling in. There was the usual waiting for the whole audience to be seated, and tonight the Diamond Theater was indeed fully packed. The plays of the rapidly-rose-to-fame playwright who had just started here within the last year always drew substantial crowds, but she was reclusive as she was controversial, making no public appearances and declining all requests for interview. But tonight, for whatever reason, she was going to give a preface to the new play for its debut. Everyone in the auditorium currently was going to be the lucky few to catch one of the infamous writer's rare public appearances. Once the auditorium had been settled, the scheduled time on the itinerary arrived...and she entered the stage, alone. There were many hushed gasps few people actually knew what she looked like, given her reclusiveness, and so the incredible snow-white paleness of her skin visible on her face, nearing an opalescent sheen, was startling. Her clothes were a sharp contrast, simple and all-black with no accessories but gloves, and thus everything about her was concealed but her head and her shining-gold smooth hair. She walked and carried herself with an almost unnatural grace, but her head was slightly down...even from a distance, it was easy to pick up that she seemed...lost, and sad. But here she was, the one and only Luca Syara. She stood at the center of the stage and faced outward, finally lifting her head to sweep over the audience. The entire auditorium went deathly silent, as if all were holding their breaths to not risk any sounds over her. The many journalists and reporters among the audience all had inkpens and booklets at the ready, to record every one of Luca Syara's rare publically-spoken words. There was a long moment of silence, and then... I do not write happy stories. Luca Syara's voice sounded clearly through the whole auditorium, even up to the balcony where Mia and Cavalier were seated. There was no force or fire in her tone, there was just...a statement of fact. Almost a tone of resignation. After a second's pause, she continued. I do not write happy stories, and many have asked me...why? Why , do I not write happy stories? Why , do I not write things that would entertain and please people more? Why , do I not write things that people would enjoy? Why , do I persistently write unhappy stories? She paused again, while her head slowly turned, casting her gaze around the auditorium. And to them, I answer...I write unhappy stories, because we live in an unhappy world. Again, a brief pause. The question I ask is...why? Why , is this world so unhappy? Why , do we hurt and hate each other? Why , do we kill and steal and wage war? Why , do we make this world so unhappy for ourselves? She paused again, this time, longer than before. Despite her melancholy voice, there was a gravitas, like what she was about to say next was the key to it all. She finally opened her mouth again, and... You will not find any answers in the stories I write. But maybe, just maybe...the stories I write will make you start asking the question, too. Luca Syara then crossed one forearm over her middle and gave a small bow, while sweeping backwards with her other arm. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... The Sword's Regret. With smooth grace, the strange human woman stood up straight again, turned, and began walking to the stage side-exit. Almost belatedly, as if trying to do so before she got out of view, a polite applause swept through the auditorium. Up on the balcony with Mia, Cavalier had listened intently to every word as much as anyone else...and, at her final statement, he had visibly nodded slowly, his feather-capped cavalier-hat bobbing with his head. As the playwright walked out, he too brought his hands up to clap, and thankfully the gloves he wore padded his hands enough that they did not clack together obtrusively. As Luca disappeared and stagehands began preparing the introductory act of the play, Cavalier turned his head to look at Mia. I did not know what she was going to say, and while I will certainly admit that was a rather...gloomy note into our night together... Cavalier turned his head to look back at the stage. ...I think that was important to hear.