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[heyunderoos]

[If Peter had been a little more solid, he would likely be in Bavan, trying to actively do something to help. Right now, he's just a shade lurking around the house. He can only really interact with some things.

Peter laughs at the joke, shifting his shape on the wall to reflect Otto's shadow as he tries to put the glasses on his face.]

Are you sure about that?

[Sadly for Peter, the legs the glasses click uselessly against the wall itself, ruining his attempt entirely.]

Oh, right, need to be solid for that.

[sciencesquid]

[The shifting to mimic his own shadow is actually quite impressive. It's just like the real thing. The floating glasses ruin the illusion for him, though. A laugh escapes him when Peter fails to put them on.]

I'm afraid so. But perhaps you can cast a shadow with the glasses and put that on instead? [For science]

[heyunderoos]

Oh- that is a good idea. [He has to mull it over. He manages to figure out how to cast a shadow like he's wearing the glasses.]

How does this look? Passable?

How about... [He places the sunglasses down gently on the table he found them. He shifts shapes to something decidedly slimmer more Norman sized. He wiggles all the spider legs mock menacingly.]

[sciencesquid]

[Scientific curiosity sated, it is possible to somewhat merge an object's shadow with a Shade. He has no idea if he'll ever have use for that sort of knowledge, though. He has it just to have it.

The next imitation causes him to laugh again.]

How ominous! Are you missing your extra Spider-Man legs that much?

[heyunderoos]

Maaaayybe. [His grin stretches wide across the mimicry of Norman. He climbs up the wall easily enough, using the extra legs for additional support to 'hang' against the wall lazily.] The nano techo on that suit made them react to what I was thinking, so, kinda close to what Norman has.

[Peter shifts back to himself. Well, what he remembers of himself. Something pooka shaped before rippling into a more human silhouette on the wall from where he's seated on the ceiling.] The shapeshifting is pretty good for this type of monster. Kinda close to Pooka's.

[sciencesquid]

Is that so? That must be why you're so good at it, then.

[Since it hasn't escaped his notice how expertly Peter can reshape and change his form like this. If it were him, he doubts he could get even remotely close to that level of skill. He can barely change the shape of his shadow tentacles.]

[heyunderoos]

Maybe. This just feels... normal? Like I should be able to be what I want to be. [He has never been a shade before, so he doesn't know all the context there.] There feels like there isn't a time limit either.

[sciencesquid]

Oh yes, from how I understand it, Shades can keep their forms for as long as they want. All it takes is the right amount of concentration.

[The only reason he knows this is because Spengler's guide seems to imply it, and because Bruno was a Shade for so long. It also implies he doesn't have enough concentration to change the shape of his tentacles. Alas...]

[heyunderoos]

Ooh, okay. That makes sense. I kind of just picture what I want and it happens? [Peter doesn't find it anymore like concentration than when he's a pooka, but he's gotten used to that level of intensity when it comes to thinking.] Lemme see if I can change again.

[He shifts to looking like Chiaki's shadow looming on the wall. Though it bounces between her nymph form and settles on her pooka shape.] Okay, Chiaki is harder to pin down, takes more thought since she keeps changing.

[sciencesquid]

[He watches the bounce between forms, fascinated by how that's playing out. So the transformation is tied the mind's associations, is it? He hadn't expected it to work quite like that, but it makes sense.]

You'll have to settle for someone more static, then. Go on, let's see your Beck impression. [This should be good.]

[heyunderoos]

Oh, okay, sure. [He has to think for a second before his shape shifts to something taller, initially a human shaped version of Beck. Hair slicked back, in a Mysterio suit from the 'cut' of the fabric and weighty cape at the back.

Peter narrows his eyes so the white large eyes are irritated slits as he shakes his fist at the sky.

It ripples into his fae form, multiple hands clenched, looking like he's going to start yelling.]

I think this is pretty close.

[sciencesquid]

[Otto has to fight a hard battle not to laugh, and quite frankly, he's losing that battle. A deep, short little guffaw manages to escape. Oh well.]

Oh yes, that's close. But you know, I'm not sure he's angry enough.

[heyunderoos]

I don't think I can reach that level of angry? [Peter muses, breaking from 'character', he opens his eyes completely to look at Otto. The large uncanny white eyes look odd on a Beck shaped shadow.]

Lemme see...

[Peter narrows his eyes again, shaking his head, trying to look like he's shaking in rage, yanking at his hair and howling at the sky.

An unspoken 'better?' hangs in the air between them.]

[sciencesquid]

[Oof. Yes, the odd eyes don't make for a very good match. Thankfully, they aren't shown for very long. The next imitation is another one that has Otto barely suppressing a toothy grin. He snaps his fingers, then points Peter's way.]

That's it. That's the one. You got it.

[heyunderoos]

[Its Peter's turn to laugh at Otto's reaction.

He is unable to maintain the shape completely due to his own laughter. Briefly defaulting to a more familiar pooka shape before he's back to something more human.]

At this point, I feel like I at least know what his anger is like at least. Thank you.

[sciencesquid]

I should hope that anger's simmering down by now, though. It's been... [Give him a second to calculate the months.] Yes, good lord. It's been nine months since the three of us arrived, if you can believe it.

[heyunderoos]

He gets kinda agitated sometimes, but not accidentally kill himself with a drone levels of anger.

[Peter blinks his large uncanny white eyes in surprise.] Nine months- really? That feels... like too long and not long enough?

[sciencesquid]

Those two feelings ought to balance each other out, then. Nine months it is. [He falls silent for a moment, his fingers drumming against the cover of his book.] ... I somehow hadn't expected to be here for quite that long.

[heyunderoos]

I mean, its been... a good and bad mixture of nine months, right? Mostly good in some places. [Peter offers back flattening himself a little further back against the wall.]

[sciencesquid]

[He reflexively thinks of the bad as well. The death, the worrying, the Goblin... But Peter has the right idea to focus on the good, so he smiles.]

Yes. Mostly good. You're right about that.

[heyunderoos]

So much stuff just... happens? Stuff we can't really stop or control completely, but there was good there too.

[Peter shrugs a little uncertainly, wondering if he's being naïve about it.] I'm gonna give the Shade stuff a 3/10 since it could be worse for us personally, and its not completely ruining everything at Bavan.

[sciencesquid]

Mmmh. Things seem quiet enough over there. A bit of collateral damage on occasion, some power outages, but the buildings are still standing.

[For now. But Otto's been going to work every day and it's... Well. It could be worse. He glances down towards the sunglasses, and after a moment's pause, one of his tentacles moves down to try and grab it. He's been having trouble making them solid, so the maw's 'fingers' end up just going through it. ...God he's glad he's not a full Shade.]

[heyunderoos]

Given what happened last time, everything still standing but being a little janky is an improvement. [Peter muses in turn, starting to emerge from the wall now.

Otto's attempt doesn't go unnoticed.]

You gotta really focus to pick up anything. It sucks, but, its doable.

[sciencesquid]

Mmh, I'm trying to focus, but... [The claw goes through the sunglasses and the table a second time.] It's the movement, I think. I'm so distracted by moving the limbs that I don't know how to focus on solidifying them.

[heyunderoos]

I dunno if it'll help, but... I just think about the weight of it in my hands. That kind of helps me pick things up like this. [Peter knows what most things around the house feel like in his hands, so its made navigating much easier.]