what a fresh scent; action (why did i type accent...)

[mongoosegrin]

[so.

this prolonged-darkness action. how goes it, Splendor? still braving the outdoors under that weird new sky?

well. perhaps you have estranged company, or maybe it's just coincidence he's there, but Alex absolutely cannot let a situation like this go without inspecting. he's not one for stealth, so spotting him now and then isn't difficult.

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[demonicbookworm]

[trying to go back home... but it's so dark!]

[mongoosegrin]

[is it? Alex works well in this lighting. eh...nicer pupils? maybe.

but he's not being very altruistic about it, as he seems content to watch this poor kid struggle to find his way for a while. but only for a while. a good eight steps behind the boy, he lets out a very long, light sigh with a faint note of voice in it.]

[demonicbookworm]

[Startled by the sound, Ruca quickly turns around to look for the source of it. Was someone behind him? It did sound like it, but...]

W-Who's there?!

[...Then again it's too dark for him to see much, anyway.]

[mongoosegrin]

[so Alex hums a note, coming to a stop to be still as the rest of the dark shapes around them.

his voice is light, if not faintly teasing as far as the situation calls:] Where is your light, boy?

[demonicbookworm]

[And Ruca makes a few steps backwards.]

Y-you didn't answer my question... W-who are you?

[Does he sound worried? A little scared? Well, yes, he does.]

[mongoosegrin]

[ah, jeez. he's almost too tiny to pick on. too bad the kid smells of something warped. Alex will not be fooled.]

Me? [ever-pleasant. he shifts his weight side to side once, distinguishing himself from the rest of the scene.] Ah, I am one of those, eh...not-locals? That are here by chance. Or by make? No one has told me which is the right way to think.

[demonicbookworm]

[What are you talking about. He's harmless and defenceless... as long as you're not trying to attack him.]

Oh... I-I see. [...] T-then, if you don't mind, I'd better be going... [or rather back to trying to find a way back to the Golden District...]

[mongoosegrin]

[tsk.]

That is not fair. You are skipping my turn.

[demonicbookworm]

[blink, blink. takes a few more steps away from the guy.]

What... do you mean by that?

[mongoosegrin]

You got to ask a question. [a slight pause.] No, you asked a lot of questions! It is my turn. Yes?

[demonicbookworm]

...O-okay. Then ask... I guess.

[well, this is not really "okay", but... what else is he suppose to do now?]

[mongoosegrin]

[Alex makes another musing sound, then goes silent. his shape leaves the space he took up, and his voice then sounds from another direction, closer. it is a bit of a chuckle, but harsher:]

What are you, hmm?

[demonicbookworm]

[That is enough to startle Ruca even more than before. The boy quickly turns around in the direction of the voice.]

W-w-what do you m-mean?... I-I'm human.

[And he isn't lying. He is human. Basically.]

[mongoosegrin]

Ha?

Are you sure?

[demonicbookworm]

O-Of course!

[mongoosegrin]

[he makes another musing sound, considering as he pads quietly around the poor kid. Alex is...not a good judge of guilt or innocence, since he doesn't really care, but. it was entirely possible the boy believed it!

or it was just another parasite playing innocent.

so, from the direction opposite, Alex carries with a lighthearted tone:]

I am not. I am a blade, you know?