Crystal? Another one?
Another one.
Brynn sighed and closed his eyes.
Damn, there's more of these weirdos?
You're one to talk.
"Knock it off," he said out loud. It was almost instinct. Having some kind of retort to Cale. Though he didn't want to seem as insane as he thought he was to these strangers. Speaking to no one didn't help at all.
You can't be an ass to them. Well, you can. But you have to work with them. I would've been able to instead of you but, I'm dead.
"You don't have to bring that up every day." Brynn was muttering under his breath. He was trying to be more careful with his words. These people barely even seemed human.
Aella. What is she, an elf? No one is that pale. And that hair. Too white. Its unnatural.
So's yours Mister Silver-head.
Jackson; frail. Thin and tall. He acts proper. I don't like it. He's hiding something. Do you have to be mistrusting of everyone? I'm not just being paranoid about it.
Maddie; she seems lost. I'm sure we all do. But she's just going with the flow for now.
Docia is...strange. She acts happy all the time. Polite. Only person to say "Hi" to you. Maybe you can make a friend for once. ...
Vanth. He's just a kid. You look barely older. Friendly with "17". What is he? A human? Something else? I've seen him. He might be the same 17 I'm hunting. He hides his face constantly. Something he doesn't want them to see. Just like my eye, no? You're more like these people than you think.
Haven; weird name. Derived from a safe place. People with those kinds of names are usually the opposite of what the symbolize.
Talayai? Talya? Whatever. She barely looks human. Her hands are weird. Like some kind of duck maybe. Duck-billed platypus! Those are extinct, stupid.
Ian. Seems smart. Maybe knows a bit more about this than he lets on. But, I trust him more than the rest of this lot.
And then there's him. Brynn narrowed his eye towards the man who introduced himself as Gideon. He feels off. Just darkness around him. "What the hell is going on?" he wondered out loud. Still, Brynn didn't like it. His demeanor, his look. Covered in dust always, too.
Will you stop making these stupid jokes and references? Its slowly killing me.
Seasons don't fear the reaper; nor do the wind or the sun or the rain. So why do you?
"...Seriously?"