Nightroad

Keep In Touch [Marshal and Nightroad]

There was an extremely long pause before he replied, but you could see the gears moving in hsi head and the smoke pouring out of his ears and then came a quiet "Damn it...." he spun on his heals looking Leras in the fave with a very unimpressed look "You know you have terrible timing. TERRIBLE timing. I just told the one person i want to say goodbye to, to go to bed. and my only communication option is that." he jabbed a finger towards the computer "And she is most likely too far away to hear it go off." he threw his hands in the air before waddling in circles then stopping "fine lets go. wouldn't to keep your butt-buddy waiting." he hissed the last part to himself quietly.

Keep In Touch [Marshal and Nightroad]

He quietly turned his chair in Leras' direction, slightly quirking a brow "What is it to you? And my name isn't Cernos.i don't know what gave you that idea." there was a short pause before he continued his comments "And don't give me nothing about no angels. If they run around like the 'bible' says they do then you're probably too busy staring at them and their naked rears to care what they are saying while you do so." he waved his hand dismissively as he pushed himself up out of his chair "But i won't fight you on it all, what should i bring? anything? How long are we staying and where are we going?" he questioned as he made his way to the dresser, next to his desk and fiddled through the drawers.

Keep In Touch [Marshal and Nightroad]

The split and regeneration of the spiders peaked his interest almost immediately. "Well... That's... Odd. But no matter i still cant have you breeding. especially with two of you now.." he muttered quietly to himself, scooping the two spiders up in his hand and yes, crushing them with his tongue, only to swallow them seconds later. "More protein anyway. So it works. heh, but not exactly a great taste." he chuckled, licking the roof of his mouth with a bit of a shudder, though quickly the look on his face returned to what was still quite interested in what caused them to 'regenerate' and on top of that, duplicate. but it also worried him causing his eyes to scan the room just in case he didn't hear someone come in. he didn't look it but after long enough in this darkness his eyes had adjusted to see like it were near the break of dawn, the light from the monitor only adding to his vision... spiders didn't just 'magically regenerate from death then split into two separate beings' and even if they could he was doubtful that it was possible in mere moments.

Keep In Touch [Marshal and Nightroad]

The response from his end was quick;
"I have a phone...?"
"Crud right, i have a phone..."
"Uh. I don't even remember the number honestly. and i don't really want to leave the room to get it, y'know the feeling an all. sorry."

He looked to his desk, thinking "I feel I'd miss it if i did..." Reaching around to his right patting along the top of a side-table searching for a wrinkled shirt sitting off to the side, snatching it and after a long, terrible attempt at putting it on he was successful, though it was on backwards... not that it was all that noticeable unless you really looked at him.

After achieving the most movement he's made in two hour he sits up quietly, going cross-eyed, watching as the tiny spider, who somehow managed to make it through the rumble with his shirt crawled down to the tip of his nose. "Sorry little one, I cant have you making more spiders. Send my apologies to Who ever watches this world for killing one of his creations. Though i really don't care all that much." he sighed snatching the tiny spider up from his nose, squishing it between his fingers and wiping what was left of it on his pants. "So fragile, is this thing called life..." he muttered.

Keep In Touch [Marshal and Nightroad]

He didn't even lift his head this time, simply angling his head so he could look 'down' at the screen, typing with extended arms and a quiet sigh, one of his hands coming up in the middle of typing, rubbing the side of his head which was throbbing just as badly as her shoulder, the movement of hair revealing an oddly-shaped pale birthmark, fare paler than his normal flesh, being almost a deathly grey. it looked somewhat like a small misshaped horn or tail with an even tinier pale slit just a little further down and to the side from the 'horn' almost like that of a squinting eye. "Heh. Oh, how i look forward to what ever it is..." he muttered to himself, a slight hint of almost joy from the thought of having a event worth his time in his voice.

"Most likely, but i believe you. That's got to count for something, right?"
"Though, who knows what it will be, big or small. I can feel the goosebumps already."
"But, maybe you should lie down for a bit. Couldn't hurt. maybe it'll stop your shoulder from hurting for a bit or calm it down at the very least. :)"

Keep In Touch [Marshal and Nightroad]

As the ring of the chat box chimed through the soundless room, he quietly re-situated himself into an upright position ever so slightly craning his neck forwards and squinting his pale blue eyes a little to read her message, not bothering to move the hair out of his face. It wasn't enough of a nuisance to put any energy into it anyway. And after a few long moments of processing her message he smirked and started to write his reply.

"You know, it's odd."
"I've had the same feeling for the last few hours. I've been just sitting here, staring at the ceiling for the last two, not really knowing what to do about it. I have this odd... Blank feeling. Like the calm before a storm. It just doesn't seem.... Right."
"And damn it woman, you've said worse before. You don't need to warn me."

After the few moments it took to write, he slid back into his more comfortable position, once again laying his neck at an awkward angle and staring at the ceiling. "Heh, would you look at that..." he muttered. "A spider..." as a spider, - that took being small to an extreme - sprawled its way down its web and out of the pitch blackness only to perch on his forehead.

Keep In Touch [Marshal and Nightroad]

The bright orange icon pinged once more before she had clicked it,
"Hey."
"Hey, you there?"
"Helloooo~"
"Shorty, are you alive? HELLOOOO~"
"Ping."
"Ping.."
"Pingping."
"Ohwellfineignoremeiseehowitis*Sniffle*" (Oh well fine, ignore me i see how it is. *Sniffle*)

And behind this array of short and quick messages sat a six-foot two teen looking to be around eighteen or nineteen lounged back in his small but comfortable computer chair, his neck bent at an awkward angle, resting on the top of their chair's back and his shoulder length silk-like death-black hair strewn about his face. He sighed, continually blowing several strands of black silk out of his mouth and failing horribly his first few attempts. "Life's so damn boring, i just... Ugh..." he muttered.

The room around him was just as dark as hers if not darker, though no windows adorned the wall, just phantom-like posters of various anime dotting the wall all around, the very least bit visible in this cold dark hole he called a room, due to the sun-like light from his computer screen and the bright white text box that was Skype. The blinding white light was just barely powerful enough to illuminate what was visible of his emotionless face, bare chest and the waistband of his navy blue jeans, the button and fly left wide open, a relatively small, realistic-looking snake on his boxers peaking out from within. Though, he obviously couldn't have cared less.