Swapped The Genre Of Mellea From High Class Sci-fi To Fantasy And Decided To Make A Show Of How She Would

Writing practice of character interactions.

"Hey, got a question for you." Having been scanning the surroundings and have been walking in silence up till this point I was slightly startled by the sudden noise of the man leading me, so the noise I made sounded more like a squeak than an answer. "Hm? Everything alright, something come up on your scanner?" His voice was warm, as he tilted his head, shaggy brown hair drooping into his soft green eyes. Looking back at the scanner, I dismissively waved it around, pointing in different directions to ensure there were no signals around, afterwards deciding to simply respond, "Seems like it was nothing, you had a question though?" "Mhm!" his thin lips formed into a smile as he shook his head up and down once. "...Sure" the look took me aback, I was lost in his eyes and smile for what was maybe a moment too long. He gained a wry smile, as he tilted his head, pressing one knuckle of his index finger into his cheek and then pointed at me, offering his question, "Aren't you cold like that?" His pointing hand gesturing to my cropped shirt and mostly aesthetic skirt underneath, at least that's what I thought. Taking a second to think about it, and taking in the bright sun of early spring, the feel of the breeze passing by. Once I came to but a moment later about to respond, I noticed he disappeared, and had somehow appeared behind me. He grabbed at my waist, which once he lightly squeezed it, caused me to nearly elbow him in response. My whole body tensed up, I knew I could feel things in a way around my body, but never before had I felt ticklish in any area, but that seems to be the best description of the feeling I had. "A-! What? W-what are you doing?" Was all that I could get out, pulling back quickly a few feet away. I was puffing out my cheek, what was I, some kind of child? Anyway I straightened my posture and crossed my arms looking at him still frozen in place. "Ah- sorry! I was just checking your temperature, to see if you felt cold, I was going to offer you this jacket." His voice dropped the longer he spoke, then holding up a thin off-white jacket. I was kind of confused to say the least, is he that earnest? What would make him think that was a good idea? Also where had he pulled that jacket from, I don't remember seeing that on his person when we left. "I think you should wear it, your body feels cold-" "I don't feel cold, I'm an android, remember?" "Yeah-, you're right." dejected he held the jacket, mumbling something I could barely pickup, "still look good in it." My face surely was flushed with emotion, so were my circuts filled with a confusing mix of emotions. To put an end to them, I decided to be decisive and walked over to him, grabbing the jacket and putting it on in one swift movement. Turning to him I simply stated, "Try not to go poking a girls side without permission if you can. Please." Adding the last part with a softer expression on my face, as I poked his side.

He got a fiendish look about him, closing up the jacket by pulling both sides together with my hands I down at him, worried what he was thinking. "I see." His smile was quite devilish indeed, and I didn't see this ending well. "Is that so? If I were to ask..." He leaned in close pressing on the jacket without touching me, "You might allow me to-" he poked again, getting closer as I was nearly jumping back, "Poke that side again?" His head tilted to the side, a wide and warm smile playing across his face. "You are a cruel, cruel man Ren. But if you keep this up I might just throw you into that water over there." Pointing my thumb to my left through the hole in the decrepit building we were sharing this in, just a floor below was the ocean which had risen to meet these buildings and make them small islands. "Now that'd be cruel of you, you know how cold that water is." What I can only call a playful puppy-dog face formed, leaving me to relax for but an instant, which he took wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in close. "A-! Mmmhn." The mix of noises coming from me sounding like creaking metal, but I embraced him with a flushed face once more, leaning slightly forward to whisper, "You really are a pain of a human. Just don't try and grab my waist again." "Understoo-, you mean like this?" "! Ah-!" I was trying to contain a laugh as he squeezed my side once again. "Ok, then I'll make sure not to do that." Once again he squeezed my side, and once again I was preforming heavy breathing to not start laughing, just make odd noises, "Ha-ngmym." Stopping to let me catch my breath, he looked up at me, just a little shorter, half a head at most than I he grabbed the base of my head pulling it to him, where he whispered back into my ear, "I hope to make you the happiest, 82. You will always hold a place in me, your smile, laugh, the weird noises you make to not laugh." He was now speaking to me face to face, and added in a snarky look to the last point. "But regardless. I want you to stay with me, and be my No.1. And it may be imprudent of me to say this, but I had found some logs a while back-" he pulled a step away, hand on his hip and scratching the back of his fluffy brown hair, then continuing, "I found some... information about you in them. Calling you part of some Project Eden, so I was wondering if, maybe, you'd be up for me giving you an alternative name, one that just becomes your name?" His demeanor was quite awkward, and clearly he was nervous with which he was pausing and still speaking kind of fast. "Hm, sure, what kind of name were you going to suggest?" And with that simple sentence, his eyes lit up, grabbing both my hands and staring into my eyes, proceeding to tell me a few names he thought I may like.

concept ref sheet for Mellea I am working on.

The sea of reality

Far and away this world is a small beach of sanity. I cannot fathom breaching that edge, and stepping into the great sea, god damn what am I saying… there is nothing ‘great’ about that damned sea. I dare not even look up at that sky at night, what god dare claim mercy and love to all, and yet create that sea. I have stepped fully into that briny freezing water, and never realized until I was dragged down and forced to see all that lay beyond our own shore. 

By god the horrors of hell shan’t scrape at me if that’s the waking world. I was merely an over zealous researcher, should have never started that job, I was damned the moment I was recruited. To hell with those people, I don’t even know what’s left after the accident, the lab must be either incomprehensible, or beyond repair of any information being retrieved… good, that place is no sanctuary of knowledge, forbidden things, forgotten gods, men of more than what can be described with the limitations of godly script. The rotting gods at the edge of all that is, and was, their decaying corpses being a mere moment from wiping out half of what we see in the sky.

The light of galaxies staring like eyes upon my back, and yet still I cannot tell if they judge me, or simply cannot see me, just looking forever with dead eyes into the ether. I used to say progress was my goal, to explore that which has never been touched, but maybe the limitations of what we are were protections from these entities, masses which move and flicker like a candle flame in wind through our reality and out into the infinite black sea of tar, a writhing, breathing mass of a sea beyond which we can never hope to see, let alone understand. We pray for safety at night, and forgiveness for our sins, but no god can wipe the horrors from my mind, which wrap me up in a suffocating blanket as I fall deeper into madness.

One may ask, surely your career experience should have awarded some inclination as to the dangers of that job. And by all lines and lies I was aware, but never to this extreme, I never was truly aware of how much we danced upon that knife edge of our world, and once we tripped, all was lost. All those now dead and damned for trying to reach god's domain, but now I only ask… which god.

My Goliath Paladin, standing at 8'6'', wielding a great sword and being quite intimidating.