“Hmm. I don’t know. Now, zhis is an interesting dilemma.” He tapped at his chin, expression thoughtful. “I am a bit of an abomination. Now, I do not claim to be zhe first of my kind, but I know I must be at least one of zhe earliest- an ‘experiment’ in zhe truest sense. Zhe creation of a madman who ‘ad an idea of what I would become, but did not know for absolute certainty zhat it would work.” There was a definite tinge of bitterness in his laugh then, but it faded off quickly. “In any case, zhat means my makeup is a complete ‘odgepodge of heaven only knows what. I am as you see before you. I am terribly long-lived- oh, I’m sure zhat I will die one day, but I ‘ave had a hundred years at least on zhis world and little sign of aging. So it would come as no surprise to me if I were some’ow toxin resistant too.” One claw delicately traces down the exposed skin at the side of Jim’s face, careful, tender. “So oui, I would like to see you. If I live, all zhe better- if not, I ‘ave had a good run, so none zhe worse. What is life if not spiced up by living dangerously now and zhen?”

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

“Mmm. Zhat sounds about right. I do not zhink we met then, though. I would ‘ave certainly remembered you.” Purring a bit, he wrapped a tentacle playfully around one of the Medic’s wrists, tugging him closer. “I would insist, cher. You are quite beautiful, mask and all. An easter lily of a man- lovely and eye-catching and, apparently, poisonous? Hmm. So you mean to say zhat your pretty face must remain a mystery. Are you sure zhe case isn’t simply zhat your full beauty is too much for poor mortals to handle, and zhey drop dead from being overwhelmed?” The tentacles wrap around the Medic’s limbs loosely- if he struggles he can easily break free. “My apologies. My name is Gabriel Reynard Delacoeur. My friends call me ‘Gabe’, you may if you wish. It is magnifique to make your acquaintance.”

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

“Bonjour.” He laughed, a rich, musical sound. Those glowing, alluring aquamarine eyes appraise the man who’s come upon him, a grin forming on the tentaspy’s face. “Well, aren’t you lovely! For what I can see of your face, in any case, mon ami. Do not worry, I won’t begrudge you. I do understand the preference of keeping your face hidden. Your cheekbones are exceptional, ‘owever, Ah, if only I could whisk you away to Paris. All zhe artistes would be begging you to model.” Rolling over, a merry expression settling onto his face, the Tenta rests his chin in one taloned hand, a few foretentacles slipping towards shore to probe curiously at the Medic. “Zhat uniform... I ‘ave not seen anyone wearing it in a long time. They were just changing styles when I was human, once upon a time. Some stuck to what zhey were used to. But nonezheless, you ‘ave such a melancholy look in those eyes of yours? Tell me, cher, what is your name?”

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

He smiled, and dove off the rock. His form rippled beneath the water and popped up again near the shallows, head tilting to the side. His hair was mid length, dark and slicked down to the base of his neck, his eyes were a luminous aquamarine, and his smile was sharp. “Why ‘allo, mon ami. Do come closer so I can get a better look at you.” A dangerous proposition. Sharp teeth were rarely given to plant-eating creatures, after all, still, there is charm in that smile, something beguiling about that monstrous form. One tentacle slips out of the water, coiling out as if searching.

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

He is perched on a rock in the water, face turned up to the moon. Silver light reflects off pale, damp skin, taloned hands clutched to his chest. Around the rock, azure tentacles are curled, coiling and uncoiling lazily. His eyes flick towards approaching movement, a smile curling at his lips. “Quel est ton nom? C'est qui ton papa? Est-il riche comme moi ? A-t-il pris le temps de vous montrer ce dont vous avez besoin pour vivre~?” Indeed, the creature in the water is as elegant, alluring almost, as he is monstrous and alien. Perhaps the notion that the song was coming from a siren wasn’t too far off.

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

One of my *cough* worse sfms because I was experimenting with adding "limbs" to make tenta-spy

C'est le temps de la saison, quand l'amour est grand, En ce moment, donne-le-moi facilement, et laissez-moi essayer avec des mains agréables~ The sound is drifting in through the window, carried on the breeze. It’s beautiful singing, almost ethereal and otherworldly. If one was superstitious, they could easily attribute melodies like it to faeries- or sirens. Pour t'emmener au soleil, vers les terres promises, pour te montrer tout le monde, C'est le temps de la saison pour aimer~

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

Ah, the weather is mild and pleasant.

Come to me, lovely ones. Let me sing to you. It ‘as been too long and I am lonely.

bathmobile

an art fight attack i did on @jellazticious because his tentaspy is SO COOL and he makes the brain worm council happy!!

Tentaspy shenanigans as a treat after posting my first attack in AF

Nose twitching slightly, Gabriel moved closer. His eyes widened when he saw what was in the box- dense, lucious-smelling Spanish olive-oil cakes, Tarta de Aceite. His mouth watered at the delicious aroma- vanilla and lemon and just a touch of olive oil in lieu of butter. “Are those for me, cherie? ‘Ow very thoughtful. I admit I ‘ave a ‘orrible sweet tooth...” He moved a little closer, eyes firmly fixed on the box of cakes.

*skipping rocks in the water*

A hand pops up and catches the rock. The rock is skipped right back to shore.

“Moi? I’m a sea monster, cher.” He chuckled, a rich, musical sound, and pulled himself into the shadows. His upper half resembles a damp Spy, for the most part, despite him forgoing his mask at the moment- well suited in fetching deep blue, a waterproof cigarette case in his breast pocket. His hands are inky-black, ending in graceful but wickedly sharp claws to match his teeth. From the waist down, there are no legs, but eight long, deep blue tentacles, gradient into a lavender underside studded with suction cups. A Tentaspy. “My name is Gabriel Reynard Delacour. I ‘ave lived in these waters for a very long time, mon ami. And you, lovely thing... I don’t believe I’ve ever seen your like. Too small for a ‘eavy... not a Sniper, you don’t ‘ave the smell of gunpowder about you zhat zhey do. Per’aps a Spy... non, I don’t think so. Not suited for a Pyro... I confess zhat I am stumped.” He laughs again. Despite his alluringly monstrous appearance, he seems friendly enough.

🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret .

The voice is nigh angelic. There are no words, not really, just ethereal vocalizations. Following the voice leads to the water. The moonlight shines on a beautiful man, sitting in the shallows. Long black hair, luminous aqua eyes- and in lieu of legs, eight tentacles, royal blue with a gradient into lavender undersides. He sings enchantingly, but the tune, and the Tentaspy's expression, is somewhat sad as well.

A soft splash, and the man surfaces from the water, from the shoulders up. His long, wet black hair frames his shoulders. His eyes are stunning aqua. And his smile... is sharp. His teeth are sharklike. “Desole, mon ami, you just gave me a bit of a fright. I did not zhink anyone was watching.” He drifts closer, expression curious, but very charming, in spite of the wicked teeth. “And who might you be? I don’t believe we ‘ave met.”

🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret .

The voice is nigh angelic. There are no words, not really, just ethereal vocalizations. Following the voice leads to the water. The moonlight shines on a beautiful man, sitting in the shallows. Long black hair, luminous aqua eyes- and in lieu of legs, eight tentacles, royal blue with a gradient into lavender undersides. He sings enchantingly, but the tune, and the Tentaspy's expression, is somewhat sad as well.

He sang a little longer, seeming to be somewhat overtaken by emotion. The tears flowing from his eyes are strange- pearlescent, almost. Slowly, the vocalization comes to a finish, and the tentaspy rolls his shoulders, stretching- and suddenly freezes, looking right in Nathan’s direction. Gasping slightly, he dives into deeper waters with a splash.

🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret .

The voice is nigh angelic. There are no words, not really, just ethereal vocalizations. Following the voice leads to the water. The moonlight shines on a beautiful man, sitting in the shallows. Long black hair, luminous aqua eyes- and in lieu of legs, eight tentacles, royal blue with a gradient into lavender undersides. He sings enchantingly, but the tune, and the Tentaspy's expression, is somewhat sad as well.

“’Allo, petite. I am Gabriel. Hmmm, so you are zhe stone-skipper, I take it?” Chucking, a rich, lovely sound, he reclines in the shallows, tentacles winding and unwinding around each other almost of their own volition. “You are a lovely dancer, Brean.”

*skipping rocks in the water*

A hand pops up and catches the rock. The rock is skipped right back to shore.

🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret .

The voice is nigh angelic. There are no words, not really, just ethereal vocalizations. Following the voice leads to the water. The moonlight shines on a beautiful man, sitting in the shallows. Long black hair, luminous aqua eyes- and in lieu of legs, eight tentacles, royal blue with a gradient into lavender undersides. He sings enchantingly, but the tune, and the Tentaspy's expression, is somewhat sad as well.