It wasn’t unusal for such a response to come after a such a casual introduction such as zheirs. The redhead supposed that in the future it would be best to save the fact that zhey could sense other’s abilities and species after a moment of concentration in a thought bubble until the proper amount of trust was garnered, but that was for next time certainly.
The more pressing matter was this man; zhey didn’t know who he was. Only that he carried an immense amount of power within and there was darkness in his soul. But was he a threat? That was the real question.
“Well, I’m what you might call… ‘complicated.’ More importantly, I am a Druid… one of the last remaining true practitioners I’m afraid. As for how I can tell what you were, the signature you give off is quite loud so to speak- it’s a wonder that nothing else in this area has reacted to it.”
———❝ I WASN’T AWARE I EVEN HAD A SIGNATURE. i only notice when others have one. ❞ the pain at his neck, like a fire burning once more. he’d been scarred there long ago, its significance still remaining as a sort of dowsing rod for the supernatural and arcane. he often times ignored the pain, instead seeking out the occult on his own terms. here, however, the occult sought him out. stranger things happen everyday.
❝ my name is elliot. elliot kaufman. ❞ german, as the name indicated. his accent was hardly noticeable beneath the many years of practice. still, it came out when he let his guard down, which hadn’t quite happened just yet.
❝ i’m a jew, and despite the diaspora, i think we might be a little better off than the druids numbers-wise. ❞ he smiled at that, crossing his arms to clarify his statement.
❝ my magic and my religion are two very different things. i like to keep the peas separate from the potatoes. ❞
scaring the other was never tiki’s intentions, or he assumed that the other was scared. he caught the falling kit right before it collided with the ground. but not with his hands, he caught it with his MIND. then the kit flew to him, it almost appeared sentient. Now the small container rests in his hands.
❝ … it’s okay.
❞
———IT’S A SIGHT HE NEVER DREAMED HE’D SEE FROM THIS POINT OF VIEW. weightless, the tin box floated just shy of the ground, lifting up towards the young man. he’d used just a bit of power to dislodge the splinter, enough for his friend here to notice, it seemed. his test passed, yet he was still reeling from the sheer coincidence of it all.
with quite literally no hesitation , mau grabbed his wrist rather than his hand the moment it was offered . the sights had already been seen and she had a new interest now ; finding out whatever he thought she was . ( a little girl ? a riddle ? a monster ? ) .
“ if there’s no plausible way to get down , then i was thinking of jumping . it wouldn’t hurt me , just like you can’t . “
———A STARE JUST BELOW A GAWK. he almost shook her off by mere reflex alone, how she grabbed his wrist so suddenly. sliding closer, he took her other hand and turned his gaze below. this place was secluded enough, but it was never bad to get some added assurance.
❝ i don’t intend to get you hurt. ❞ he pursed his lips, slowly lifting one leg so that both could hang over the edge of the branch.
She stares briefly at the offered space before realizing the gesture.A
quiet ‘ thank you ’ slipping from her lips as she acknowledges that it was indeed
meant for her.Grateful to escape the train’s crowded aisle and from standing.
‘ To answer your question:I’m conflicted to say I’d agree. ’
‘ Every demon has their own sets of
intentions and impulses, though
not all act upon them.YET humans are similar in that notion…That they have
their own shrouded intentions and
impulses. ’His question sank in deep.
Izumo’s mind thinking far beyond her comprehension to explain it.She agreed,
not EVERY demon is malevolent.An example being herself.But to actually
ADMIT such? It felt taboo, against every moral, a sin. ‘ And while I may be
strange, you are even more ODD,mister. ’
———❝ I’M GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME PAGE HERE. if every human were divine, demons would have no quarter. ❞ he supposed the same could go for demons, how easily a mob of kind devils could turn the human race into fat licentious gods. there needed to be a balance of sorts, good and evil at the correct ratio, else all hell break loose. he wondered the exact numbers, but knew then he was part of the select few who tilted the scales.
❝ i’m not so odd if you think about it ; anyone is capable of free thinking, you especially, young lady. ❞ a smile, followed by the man sliding a hand into his shirt pocket. between two fingers, a gold embossed card moved from his hand to hers, placed there and folded over like a delicate gift. three and a half by two, the card listed a name — elliot kaufman — and an email address beneath a phone number.
TRUTHFULLY he was quite fine smoking his far CHEAPER cigarettes – he wasn’t picky nor was he big on tastes. the brand he currently had was all he’s ever smoked , hardly seeing reason to TRY any others. still , he decides to give their kind a chance ; reaching out to ever so CAREFULLY pluck the offered cigarette from their fingers to inspect && then fit ‘tween pink lips. “ are you always so GENEROUS ? ”
———❝ I LIKE TO THINK OF MYSELF AS A BIT OF A PHILANTHROPIST. the word sounds much better in english. ❞ flicking a bit of ash off the butt’s end, he exhaled a small plume of smoke. he’d been smoking the brand for a long, long time now, his choice out of many others. lingering eyes met the stranger’s, and for a moment, he’d almost forgotten the pain in his neck.
SCENES LIKE THESE usually cause eyes to cower, but not tiki’s. his brown hues were fixated to fingers working tweezers. he rarely blinked, and his face remained unmoving until the small procedure was finished.
❝ you’re welcome… but it the… metal things didn’t seem very helpful,
❞ he sighed,
❝ they never… are.
❞
———IT WAS A STRANGE STATEMENT OF WHICH HE COULD NOT IGNORE. eyes lingering on the bent end of the tweezers, he shifted his gaze back to the young man he’d borrowed them from. had he seen him just then? approaching with an arm outstretched, rusted kit in hand, elliot subtly loosened his grip and allowed it to fall from his grasp.
HE IS A GRINNING, UNDEAD MONSTER WITH GUTS INBETWEEN TEETH. & this man found him beautiful? He must be ridiculous. Even if he held interest, he would have laughed at him. —– He was laughable. So, the King croaked a laugh before speaking.
“— Your taste is quite atrocious.” He responded, eyes of the red dawn staring him down. “Watch where your eyes linger.”
———❝ MY TASTE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. that’s for sure. ❞ the jest seemed well received, if only for the fact he wasn’t a pool of blood on the floor at this very second. something about this man made his skin crawl, and he felt it each time he encountered him.
❝ i’ll take my eyes elsewhere. along with my body, if you’d let me. ❞
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