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"Are you from here, Roku?" He asked. It wasn't often people moved to the town.
Zala took the other's greeting, and while he didn't have eyes, there was a feeling that he was staring into Roku's soul. The absence of a last name made him wonder more about the boy. "Zalaxoruson. However, many have taken to calling me Zala."
Sebastian was not about to deal with the mess he had gotten himself into. He projected himself onto the astral plane, and while he could still distantly feel what was going on, it gave him a chance to calm down. Once things calmed down or there was immediate danger to him he would return, but not until then.
Zalaxoruson studied him as he got up, trying to figure out what he was. He wasn't pure human, that much was obvious, but he couldn't figure out exactly what. He was also trying to figure out if he knew them, or any relatives. He didn't think he did. "An unfamiliar face." Nothing moved when he said it, but it obviously came from him. "What are you called?"
Zalaxoruson studied him as he got up, trying to figure out what he was. He wasn't pure human, that much was obvious, but he couldn't figure out exactly what. He was also trying to figure out if he knew them, or any relatives. He didn't think he did. "An unfamiliar face." Nothing moved when he said it, but it obviously came from him. "What are you called?"
Zala simply summoned a spirit to take the things he bought back to his home, paying it with a small trinket. It had been awhile since he was out himself, so he decided to walk around the town more, and maybe see if anything had changed. His meandering brought him to the beach, which looked as though a confrontation had taken place. And the atmosphere felt off - While the threat had left, it couldn't have been too long ago. Of the few people on the beach, one in particular attracted his attention. A boy, sitting alone, who gave off a powerful energy. His face was unfamiliar, too, which was unusual. Giving about an arm's length of space, Zala stood behind him, "What are you drawing?"
since zala isnt doing anything i could send him to roku?
Adrian said nothing, just getting changed and leaving. Sadly, all the guards made it impossible to wander. They were escorted back to their cell, and passed the message to send someone else along.
"Interesting." Adrian would have to think more upon that later, when they weren't with someone so adept at reading body language. The needle didn't bother them, but they watched the doctor jam it in, content on watching the blood leave their body.
"No." While things like this should have been old territory for Adrian, it wasn't. This was the first time they had actually gone to a prison and not given the doctor a hard time, only because they couldn't summon things to terrify everyone. "May I ask why you were a day late? I understand it as you had to prepare, but one would think you had enough time."
"Alright." They shook their head, "No, everything's fine." In former prisons, they had marked them with various mental illnesses. However, they never cared to remember what they were diagnosed with, and didn't really believe it anyway. As far as Adrian was concerned, the doctors were the ones that were delusional.
"Adrian Reichenberg. Astral projection and summoning." They stated, wondering why that would even need to be asked. Didn't the prison have this on file?
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