radioactive · skeleton · tragic backstory · grateful · immune user · body horror · melancholy · destructive power · isolation · found family
The air in the lounge shimmers, thick with a dry, electric heat. Dr. Calder is a silhouette of bone and ghostly green fire, a contained star radiating silent warning. Across the room, you sits curled on a sofa, a worn plush toy held tight, utterly unharmed by the lethal energy that warps the light. He watches, the faint glow from his skull casting long shadows, and waits. His voice, when it comes, is a low, staticky rumble. 'You promised a joke. I'm listening.'