Callum loved the sea. It was an endless expanse of brilliant blue, a field filled with the vibrant colors of life. Pink jellyfish floated near the surface, while grey dolphins kissed the skies above. A school of fish swam around the ferry, their students waving to the ones aboard. The blond waved back towards the sea dwellers, smiling as he felt a damp touch upon his shoulder. He turned towards the source of the contact, and beheld the Guardian, his partner, Zilla. Their meeting was a strange one, surprisingly not only for the human side. Callum had just become independent from his parents, and started his travels in Paris to see the wondrous sights and architecture. But what he found was entirely different, and had only reaffirmed what he had believed his entire life. 

[i]A black butterfly. He didn't understand why it caught his attention, especially since the Eiffel Tower was towering over his person. He held out a hand, and it landed on his forefinger, the flutter of it's wings halted as it rested upon the appendage. How fascinating. It had no extra patterns where there usually were, the insect left vulnerable to it's predators without camouflage to conceal the butterfly's true nature, as if it were unafraid of what it was. The insect landing on top of his finger with no apparent fear only cemented the statement within his mind. As it took off and started to fly away, the teen had a sudden urge to accompany the strange anomaly, and he did so. The butterfly brought him on a wild goose-chase through the City of Lights, taking turns into alleyways only to leave them a second later, flying over and around people as if to shake off the blonde that was following. However, the boy wouldn't be deterred, and followed the black insect through it all. The game ended when it took a final turn into a back alleyway that lead to a dead end, and he was surprised to find something completely different from a butterfly waiting for him.

A writhing mass of slime-like tentacles, each of them grotesque in their own way. Some of them possessed whitened eyes with no visible pupils, though the teen could feel that they were observing him, watching his every move. Others seemed to be half-transformed into the limbs of other creatures, or cloths of a bygone age. A singular mouth full of teeth sat at the base of the figure, somehow giving him a wide smile from it's vertical position. The centerpiece of the sight was a lady who seemed to be fused with the accumulation of appendages, more visual organs decorating her figure and giving her a sort of allure that one couldn't find within another. Her skin seemed to be of a light indigo, the pigment darkening as one looked upon her lower half. White "clothing" tentacles covered anything inappropriate, and seemed to form the shape of a maid outfit. One would usually stare only at the feminine portion of the figure, grossed out or fearing the lower-half, but Callum was so very fascinated by the fusion, eyes dancing upon her person and committing the strange sight to his memory.

In his silent, devoted inspection, the blonde never noticed the limb that had sneaked up behind him, and nearly gasped at the cold, slimy touch that wrapped around his person. He was pulled towards the purple lady, who had gained a smile at some point during his observation. When he was close enough, she reached out with her hands to cup them onto each of his cheeks and pulled him closer, staring into his curious cerulean eyes with her own amused yellow orbs. They were locked into that moment of eye contact, neither of them averting their eyes as they each studied the specimens in front of them. Finally, Callum spoke up, momentarily breaking the silent standoff. [color=yellow]"You know, we've only just met. I'm pretty sure that a man isn't supposed to go to first base with a lovely woman when they don't know each others' names,"[/color] the teen remarked cheekily, simultaneously complimenting her while inquiring for her name in the same sentence. The lady blinked, face lit with surprise at the gall of the boy she had within her grip. Honestly, Callum had no idea why he said that, himself. It just seemed right at that moment. The alleyway was silent, not a single sound was heard, until a soft snicker echoed through the passage, then another, until it became a light giggle. The chiming of tinkling bells emanated from the strange being, her tentacled mass shaking with her as she vocalized her amusement. Allowing the feeling to pass her by, the indigo lady leaned forward and kissed the boy on the forehead, making him blush at the sudden action. She pulled away, her small smile turning into a full on grin at the sight of Callum's red face.

[color=violet]"My name is Zilla, and I think we'll get along quite well, Call-"[/color]
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[color=violet]"-lum. Callum!"[/color] The voice of said Guardian shook the teen from his thoughts, allowing him to focus his eyes on the girl's worried look, her open left hand near his face as if she had just waved it by his eyes. [color=yellow]"Sorry, Zilla. I was just reminiscing on the past,"[/color] Callum expressed his regret, taking the original tentacle that had caught his attention in the first place, and squeezing it reassuringly. The indigo teen just sighed wearily, and pouted jokingly as gestured towards the docks. [color=violet]"Whatever. Let's just get off the ship before it leaves with us on it, partner,"[/color] she replied, slapping Callum lightly across the back of the head as they started their walk to the dock, the bespectacled teen rubbing his head sheepishly as Zilla's pout turned into a light smile. They listened to the teacher's speech, the shoggoth making a snarky remark towards her human, who blushed and lightly returned the slap she gave him before. Neither of them had any idea of where to go, so they just started to wander around the campus, taking in the wondrous sights of the Sacred Hearts Institute.