<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/thbfMv8.png)</div>Name: Archer Reid (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13299460#msg13299460)<br/>Time: Day 1 Morning<br/>Location: Docks, soon out into the water<br/>Tagging: Vallan<br/>Notes/Warning: "She just... Popped her shoulder back into place? ... That's kind of hot."<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Color is SteelBlue<br/><hr/><br/>"Nothing else... With you?" Archer asked, quirking a brow. Also, sir? He hadn't been called sir since they had new recruits in Laevateinn Squad, sir always made him feel old. However, that wasn't the important takeaway from this conversation. For starters... Her voice was oddly cute, especially for someone he assumed had just had a near-death experience. Finally making his way back to the shore, he pulled himself onto the sand with the woman and realized... She was<em>big</em>. He couldn't keep his eyes from roaming her form, one arm still clutched around her as she thanked him. "Well, yeah, anyone would be scared after- Wait, you mean to tell me that really was<em>you</em>that came through the portal? How are you... You know,<em>not</em>dead?" He asked, before he actually got a better look at her. The coloration of her skin wasn't anything he'd seen before... On a live person anyway. Rather, she looked like a corpse would after being left alone for a time, more gray-ish colored than anything. Even looking into her eyes, they had something of a glassy look to them... Like she was dead. But not quite empty yet. He didn't want to pry or feel, but he had the presence of mind to consider moving a hand near her breast to try and check for a heartbeat, but he figured a sexual harassment lawsuit was not something he wanted to deal with right now.<br/><br/>What happened next was both mildly disturbing and, perhaps more disturbing than<em>that</em>, somewhat hot for the man. It seemed she had set one of her own dislocated shoulders all by herself, and while the sound was nothing he enjoyed, the fact she could do it without wincing in pain or showing any sign of it... She was very much in control of her own form and arguably quite tough. Moving a hand to her shoulder, he massaged it a bit to make sure the bone had set properly, finding himself amazed. "You really got it in one go..." He hummed.<br/><br/>"I, uh, doubt your parents would murder you. I'm sure they love you alot." Archer sighed, not quite sure what to say to the girl after everything he'd seen so far. At this point, he wasn't quite sure if he could even ask if she was alive, wanting to avoid offending her. Truth be told, if she saw how his eyes roamed her looks when her dress clung to her to reveal her swimsuit, she might have been offended anyway. However, when she said he could let her go, he looked down, realizing his arm had been curled under her breasts still, before he shook his head. She looked oddly embarassed with her hands on her cheeks but didn't seem to actively be trying to pull herself away from him. One part of him said letting go was fine, and if he held on too long, he'd probably be called clingy. The other wanted him to at least cop a feel, but thankfully neither side got an answer as the PA rang out. "Assigned reception room? Crap, I forgot to check my papers... Left them in my bag." He grunted, before the girl simply sat upright and started ringing her hair dry. The position seemed... Slightly compromising, but as long as she didn't really care...<br/><br/>"Oh, no, that's fine. I'm... Pretty sure no one expects to get a look at the island like that when they first get here." He grinned nervously, pushing aside the fact it was how he'd arrived too. "Reception's right before the Docks area. Soon as you're done drying your hair, let me get my bag and we can head there with everyone else. Worst comes to worst, we can figure out what room we go to when we get there." He remarked, planting one hand on the sand to keep himself upright. Something was missing from this moment, but he couldn't figure o- "Oh! Name's Archer Reid, sorry.  I should've given my name first."