"Keheheheh... This is some mighty fine bullshit we got going on here aint it?" Ziton was here. He had previously been in the middle of a skirmish between freed prisoners and guards attempting to return them to their cells. Within the deepest depths of the hellish cells he had awakened something that was forbidden. Just while it was getting good he was brought here. Though disorienting he still felt the aura of his home world funneling through him. It was almost as if it were linked to him like an umbilical cord. He listened and listened well. Finding this all to oddly make sense, for the most part. But something was off. It was flattering to think that he would be deemed worthy in some way to defend the 'multiverse'. But it was not his duty to do so. He felt his cause was else where. But.. He began to think. This is what the Magoi dream of. The ability to enter alternate dimensions. His large white grin was visible beneath his low curling hair and the shadow cast by his hat within the well lit white room they were in.
Behind Ziton was a green horn poking out. Observing the group and most importantly the strange mechanized being that spoke to them. It was jarring to say the least. Yet everyone inside were acting calm, despite the serious nature of what they discussed. It wracked the boy with anxiety, yet he was relieved. Being outside of the battle field after just being in one, one with savage murderers at his back, was far worse than being here. Though he was saddened by the prospect of being thrown into another. He cursed his own weakness silently and attempted to steel himself. Something about this place was very much like a dream and hopefully would lead to something better than the hellscape Ziton often lead him into. He just wants to find his parents.. yet he knows that, as a wanted runaway slave, only Ziton could get him strong enough to find them. Or avenge them.
This pit stop took both Ziton and Baqar by surprise. However. Being from a very strange world and having undergone a few adventures together in that world has let them take this all in. Instead they remained mostly the same. Though riddled with questions and a glint in their eyes of the infinite possibilities. "I Ziton and this boy with me Baqar." He moved his tattered edged coat and revealed Baqar, who blushed at first but then tried to look determined. "We accept this roll of yours." He placed a right hand on his chest. Ooo..This will be fun...
Behind Ziton was a green horn poking out. Observing the group and most importantly the strange mechanized being that spoke to them. It was jarring to say the least. Yet everyone inside were acting calm, despite the serious nature of what they discussed. It wracked the boy with anxiety, yet he was relieved. Being outside of the battle field after just being in one, one with savage murderers at his back, was far worse than being here. Though he was saddened by the prospect of being thrown into another. He cursed his own weakness silently and attempted to steel himself. Something about this place was very much like a dream and hopefully would lead to something better than the hellscape Ziton often lead him into. He just wants to find his parents.. yet he knows that, as a wanted runaway slave, only Ziton could get him strong enough to find them. Or avenge them.
This pit stop took both Ziton and Baqar by surprise. However. Being from a very strange world and having undergone a few adventures together in that world has let them take this all in. Instead they remained mostly the same. Though riddled with questions and a glint in their eyes of the infinite possibilities. "I Ziton and this boy with me Baqar." He moved his tattered edged coat and revealed Baqar, who blushed at first but then tried to look determined. "We accept this roll of yours." He placed a right hand on his chest. Ooo..This will be fun...