The Trans{p}arent anomaly [p Nintendookami12]

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    Muse A has the power of projection–the ability to leave their physical body behind for a time and travel elsewhere. Muse A is corporeal in their projected state, able to interact with others and engage all of their senses, but they are always bound by the limitations of their dormant body’s stamina. Each time Muse A projects out of their body, it takes a toll on them physically. If they only project for a few minutes, the toll is hardly noticeable. However, the longer they remain away from their physical body, the weaker it becomes and the less time it is able to sustain another projection.


    Option A) Muse A is physically disabled/chronically ill with a condition that leaves them unable to travel far from their home. When they project into the world, they can experience life as an able-bodied, healthy person for the first time in years (or ever). They utilize the opportunity to experience all they are missing out on as much as they can, despite the toll it takes on their already poor health. Muse A meets Muse B while projecting one day and finds great comfort/interest in them. Over time, Muse A focuses on projecting simply so that they can meet up with Muse B more and more, eventually establishing a relationship. Muse A’s need for a sense of normalcy keeps them from telling Muse B the truth, until that day when Muse A is too weak to hold their projected form and they ‘disappear’ right before Muse B’s eyes...



    Galeon {Gale} Hughes




    The post was edited 3 times, last by Orokana ().

    Here's the form I had premade! :3


    Bailey | Male | Seventeen

    Healthbridge Medical Clinic was a rather well known medical facility in the state of Washington, known for taking in patients and allowing them to live there. It was like a rehabilitation facility and a retirement home together, and was best known for how they were able to cure most of the patients. Bailey Chambers though was one of their patients. One of their uncured patients at that due to his well... Issue. An issue that of course many people, mainly women went through, though his was a bit more extreme in some ways.


    Currently he was resting his bed, like on most days, his hands resting in his lap while he peered out at the outside world sadly. He glanced around for a moment, a small smile pulling at his lips while his frail figure shifted. "Alright, time to do this!" He muttered while laying back and closing his eyes. He left out a sigh as he began to focus, his mind wandering out and somewhere else. This was his speciality, a power that no one else but him had. And that power, was the ability to project and create a physical copied form of himself.


    Somewhere off in Seattle, which was where he somewhat lived at the facility, a form of his body appeared just in the midst of sidewalk. That sidewalk being on a dark street. But he didn't expect to knock into someone so soon. "OW!" he yelled as he fell back on his bottom.

    Galeon had started the day like any other; Get up, stare at wall, get ready, then leave to go to his not-so-interesting job. The tall male often towered over his fellow technicians who crammed themselves into a small store off the main road. The shop, once a beauty parlor, was now lined with state of the art computers, laptops, and processors, often garnering the curious entrance of a man or woman in search of something new. Galeon, was one of the rookies and only recently hired to join in the curious rag tag group of ten or so people who helped fix computers and other systems.


    The male walked down the streets, a coffee clasped in his large left hand as he swept past people and various domesticated or stray animals. He lightly greeted someone whom he had met in the store prior as he turned a corner leading to the shop only to collide with something, or rather, someone. His coffee fell from his hand, landing near his feet and lightly splashing his red, worn sneakers and making him let out a grumble of annoyance and shock. He was about to chew out the soul who ran into him but stopped seeing the person, well male, he had ran into was on the ground and potentially hurt. Galeon bent, his hands on his knees, crouching before the fallen male and giving him a weary once over. He'd never seen this male before... Perhaps he was new. "Hey, are you okay...?" He drawled furrowing his thick, dark brows while his slate grey eyes looked over the male once more.


    [omg omg, sorry this is bad...]

    (Pfft it's fine! I mean mine sucks)


    Bailey let out a pained noise as he collapsed right down on his ass. Thankfully in this form, he didn't carry anything in his overly baggy jeans, so nothing broke at all. Though the scalding hot coffee did spill a little bit onto his ankle, causing him to almost screech in pain. The much smaller males eyes slowly opened up, the sun shining heavily as he saw someone much larger bending down in front of him. It took him a little bit to register who or what was in front of him until he saw a guy. A really big punkish guy, but he didn't seem that scary. Well, minusna few of the scars, the crazy green hair, and the piercings.


    "U-Um, I think your coffee may have burnt my leg a little..." The smaller admitted while looking at him with his big green eyes. He couldn't stop staring at this guy in awe. Maybe because he's never really seen guys like this before? Then again, he barely explored the city so there were lots of people he's never seen before.

    Galeon huffed, closing his eyes for a minute and sighing before moving closer. "But you can walk right? If not I suppose I can carry you to my job and we can call someone to pick you up." He mumbled. His teeth gnawed at his bottom lip, playing with the skin that was peeled and cracked. The male wasn't a fan of chap-stick{?} and instead preferred to go without hence his lips were rough in appearance and feel. He stood up and presented his right hand to the fallen male, ignoring the coffee that he had no doubt dunked his foot in.


    He waited for the other male to grab his hand, hoping the light male was actually light so he could pull him up. Galeon had been mistaken many times based on appearance and wanted to prepare himself before the smaller male dragged him to the ground. Though he'd probably laugh about it. Gale's heavy shirt, covering his slight pudge that hung about his belly, had light coffee stains on it which he promptly ignored.


    [aww yay! we can be terrible together! lmao <3]

    Bailey slowly nodded, about to get up when he noticed the tall guy hold his hand out. At first he was a little hesitsnt, since he just literally knocked into the guy, but it was a nice gesture. "Oh uh, t-thank you..." He stuttered out as he took ahold of his hand. Carefully, the smaller got up onto his feet, his black and gray sneakers standing right in the puddle of coffee. Ugh, hopefully this form could have clean clothes when he changed between forms.


    Though he had to admit his head hurt a little bit. Probably because of the harsh impact from the concrete sidewalk, but it didn't feel like he had a concussion. His soft green eyes looked up at Gale, looking a bit like a kicked puppy. "I-I'm sorry for bumping into you man. Didn't know that you'd be there and all..." He said with a small, awkward cough st the very end.

    wtf did I write?? it doesn't make sense... i'm so surrry



    Galeon nodded his head in a slightly bleary fashion, almost as if he wasn't truly listening. "It's fine, accidents happen. If anything it's my fault. I mean, I did knock you over, you know?" He said his mouth quirking only slightly into a smile. He noticed the males sad, kicked puppy look and immediately felt awful. He raised a hand to catch the other male's attention before speaking, "If you really feel bad and you want to make it up to me... How about you walk with me to work. Give me some company?" He offered with a slightly over hyped smile.


    He didn't have much farther to go, but this man was kinda cute. So cute, he worried someone may try to take advantage of his smol and delicate appearance and personality. He probably didn't have to but he did. Being careful to step around the coffee he started down the sidewalk, his hair being swept away by slim fingers. Despite offering, the male would keep walking and if the other decided to follow that would be fine. man... today didn't make sense.



    (It's fiiiine X3)


    Bailey peered over at the larger. Could he trust him? He didn't seem like much of a jerk or a bad guy, and he seemed pretty nice. Maybe this could be a chance for him to make a new friend? "I-I don't mind! After all I was the reason why you lost your coffee. Then again, it did sorts scald my ankle too." He said with a small chuckle, following beside this new guy. His jackets hood hung back against his neck, bouncing with ever step he took. It wasn't really normal to see a guy wearing a big jacket with some sort of showy tank top underneath and semi-baggy jeans.


    "So uh, what's your name Mister Big Man? I mean, I might as well ask since you bumped into me." He said with another chuckle as he followed beside him pretty well. Though he seemed to be walking a bit awkwardly with his steps, especially with how much of a big bounce he had in his step.

    [nuuuuuu stop comforting meeeeeeeeeee <3]


    Galeon glanced at the smaller male, not answering for a moment before turning his gaze back towards the distance. "My name is Galeon, short stack. My friends call me Gale, however." He explained with a light smirk and a slight furrow of his eyebrows. He wasn't mad or annoyed, he just had a strange way with expressions. Usually him furrowing his brows was a two way street, meaning he was either mad or strangely relaxed. The male would often scoff at someone pointing this out with a sharp, "I have a resting bitch face" before going on his way.


    The male took a moment before turning to the smaller male once more, "What's your name, Kid?" He asked with a light lilt in his voice.

    (noooo never! <3)


    Bailey listened to the other male, trying not to look at his face. He wanted to avoid embarrassing himself or well, making Galeon feel awkward around him. That's how it was in the past before he got locked up in that stupid hospital, before his disorder became a bit of a "problem" according to doctors. "Ugh, don't call me short. I'm sorry I'm not a giant like you, Gale." He said with a slight annoyed tone, a part of it being a little playful. His nimble fingers grabbed at his jackets sleeves as he glanced to the other. "And um... Its Bailey. I mean, you can call me whatever you want, and I know its a girly name, but yeah..."


    Ugh, grear. He was rambling because he was ever so excited to talk to someone for the first time on years that wasn't so old doctor or a nurse with a depressing job. But, that feeling of adrenaline was rushing into him, and he just felt like he was for once opening up.

    [shhhhhhhh I've been busy and tirrrrrrrrrred[


    The male nodded, his hands moving to be pushed into his pockets, "mm... Bailey huh? I suppose I can't call you shorty anymore, huh kiddo?" He teased with a light tilt of his lips and a quirk of his eyebrow. The male didn't notice that the other male was rambling his thoughts moving towards his job, his spilled coffee, and this new man. He huffed to himself, finally noting the male had trailed off awkwardly and turned his gaze to him. He saw the perturbed look on his face and coughed into his fist in an attempt to hid a chuckle. "I'll call you Bailey or perhaps bean... hmm..." He trailed off in mock thought.


    //low muse, so srry ;w;

    (*flops on you* BAILE!!!)


    Bailey couldn't help but laugh at the second possible nickname he could receive from Gale. Was he really going to call him bean of all things? It had him giggling, his hand covering his mouth to try and hide it. "Bean? I'll be honest, its a cute nickname, but I don't think it'd fit me." He replied, a gentle blush flushing on his paled cheeks. He didn't much mind the idea of being called that though, but it was just that no one ever really gave him nicknames. "Then again, I've never heard the name Galeon. Sounds like some sort of crazy name from a dystopian book character!" He teased to the taller. He seemed to not want to do any hand movements to Gale, and his walking just got more blocky and awkward.

    {*Screams bloody murder and rolls into ball* BAILE BALL!} //Late post, school starting is screwin' me over... oh gosh. ^^;



    Galeon scoffed, "It probably is form some dystopian book character!" He chortled, the thought of his crazy, book loving mother coming to mind. The male had begun to notice, if only slightly, that Bailey's movements were slightly stilted. Almost as if his footing was unsure or his legs refused to move for him. He didn't want to say anything, figuring he lumbered when he walked like a two footed bear and couldn't do anything gracefully for the life of him. The male shrugged partly to himself as he continued, "Anyways, I'm probably going to call you bean because whether you know it or not, you're rather small, kiddo!" He teased running a hand through his green dyed hair and sending the smaller male a broad, toothy grin.