<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/bc0c4fa4dcba5847d96bfc583fb86fd6/tumblr_osee45FaOZ1vcj2w9o2_400.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Name: Vallen Moreau  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13316495#msg13316495)<br/>Time:  Day 1, Morning <br/>Location: Ecchi Island Docks -&gt; Reception Center<br/>Tagging: Archer<br/>Notes/Warning: Dead Girls have feelings, too. </span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> <br/><br/>"Oh, you've seen Chie around here? I'm glad she was able to come in one piece." Naturally, Vallen was familiar with some of the students who were already here. She's curious about human anatomy, and the slime girl, for all her good graces, was more of a liquid than solid form. It was so interesting, seeing the anatomical differences between their bodies. She didn't fantasize about anyone, normally, but the definition to Archer's body, the muscle that spoke of years of training and conditioning, was cool! And... just a little attractive, <em>maybe</em>. "I suppose there would be some pretty... <em>strange </em>people here. I think I saw a girl with tentacles just now? Which was... interesting, to say the least. How would an orgasm with something like that even <em>work</em>?" Despite sounding gentle, her manner of speaking certainly wasn't ladylike. Her exposure to sexual things at URom was limited to vampire soap operas and werewolf snuff films. So she could at least say that she was no stranger to sexual conversations, and she could even recognize the roaming gaze of Archers eyes. It's interesting, but nothing to really look into for now. Maybe he was just weirded out.<br/><br/>The zombie lets out a chuckle at the joke he makes, shaking her head. "Oh, I almost certainly make a killing on the stage. You wouldn't believe the amount of people convinced that I'm a living star. Which is almost ironic, considering I'm neither living or particularly <em>good </em>at what I do." When she smiles, its with all her teeth and unusually sharp canines visible. She listens in earnest as he begins to explain his own trek to Ecchi Island, waking up hungover and still flying in spite of his condition. <br/><br/>"You must be a splendid pilot!" She didn't imagine that he was the pilot of a battle mech at first, simply just a combat pilot who flew the same ships she had read about during her studies of World History. If she knew that someone roughly her age could pilot a mech so proficiently, she might have had a heart attack. The technical aspects of flying and spacecraft were completely foreign to her, but she still showed genuine interest as he explained it, if only because it seemed to be something he liked. And the way he went about explaining it all had her enamored. <br/><br/>"I came here flying at death-defying speeds after falling backwards through a inter-dimensional portal. I'm <em>all </em>about risks." Which was true! Her parents generally discouraged her from doing anything dangerous, and if they knew about her landing here, they'd probably have heart attacks. But with her new body and it's continuing resistance to most antics and stunts, Vallen's idea of mortality was stunted. Which wasn't... much of a bad thing, in this case. Maybe a more cautious zombie would have freaked out about having to reset their arm, or the potential of internal bleeding caused by the velocity of the fall into the sea. But for Vallen, someone who could generally patch herself up without much fuss, it was all just trivial details. <br/><br/>Upon hearing his questions, the warmth returns to her face. At <em>'can you feel it if I touch you?'</em>, she averts her gaze, trying to keep her composure. "Yes. I can resister various sensations and tactile is one of them. I'm just a little more... <em>sturdy</em>, than your average girl." And to accentuate this further, she stretches the arm she relocated, sighing as she hears its joints creak and pop into place. "I don't crave brains, or blood, or anything silly like that, though. And it'd be a little scary if I did, gray matter looks kind of gross." The white haired woman sticks her tongue out in slight disgust, like a child. And with the next question, she puts a finger to her chin and hums, as if genuinely considering it.<br/><br/>"If I... if I were to bite you, it wouldn't turn you into a zombie, no. I'd have to kill you, and then reanimate you myself." Which was a medical feat slightly beyond her capabilities. The zombie was a surgeon, not a necromancer like her parents had become. And even if she was curious, she would have no clue on where to start on learning something like that. They're at the steps of the Reception Center when he asks about her looks. And Val actually pauses, left speechless for a moment as the blush returns. Even if she was good at keeping a cool head, this guy just keep pushing her buttons!<br/><br/>"W-what? Y-you think I look good like <em>this?</em>" She waves a hand over her dead eyes, and points to the lifeless hue of her skin as the makeup was virtually ruined by this point. "I usually like, wear make up to cover a few blemishes when I'm out and about in public. Otherwise... people get a little weirded out." Her tone drops to something a little more appreciative as she continues, walking inside and looking around. "But... thank you. I don't usually get compliments like that." She can barely look him in the eye now, it's too embarrassing to think about the implications of what he said, or the fact that he was staring at her before! She'd barely been here five minutes, and she might be making a fool of herself already. </span>