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Azreal was far too refined a creature to enjoy the isolated nature of such a far off world, untouched by modern civilized standards. He preferred climate controlled environments, a smooth drink while he sat in a plush recliner, fine music and entertainment provided at a simple swipe of a credit stick. At least in these days anyways; he found himself quite spoiled and recognized it instantly when finding such distaste in what would be a more common experience not more than a few millennia ago. Time was fickle after living for so long, the threads were less defined, less tangible, becoming more of an ocean where countless layers passed through one another. His data services were too far out of range to be of much use. There probably wasn't a satellite powerful enough to direct a signal from his communicator in this entire system, his ship might have been able to get a distress call out, but not in its current state. Truly he was stranded until for an unforeseeable stay on this rock.
The Varion had yet to spontaneously detonate, so perhaps that was a silver lining as he could salvage it for supplies after setting up a base camp of sorts. Naturally he wouldn't return immediately, nor did Azreal plan on venturing too far off from the crash site. He had burned through the airspace of what had appeared to be one of the only recognizable signs of civilization, if they were even of basic intelligence in design, they'd likely send out some sort of search party to investigate. If they seemed approachable enough some sort of discourse could be undertaken about his situation. On the other hand, if they were a more barbaric sort Azreal was quite trained expertly in subterfuge. He was a shapeshifter, one of the most skilled he'd come across in his lengthy existence. That might have been a touch conceited in regards to his abilities, but at least within his own race and others he'd had the chance to meet there were none better. A backwater collection of natives were no match for his cunning wit and unique strengths to take advantage of their weaknesses.
Against his will, he'd learn their customs and culture, blend in among them if he had to. Whatever he had to do to progress his standing. If their technology was even remotely close to comparable, he'd use them to repair his craft. If such a task were impossible he'd wait out a recovery mission if one was even sent out. Beyond that he could simply bide his unnatural lifespan till an exploratory group discovered this hellhole like he had.
If anything, he was a patient beast.
If only he didn't have to deal with this blasted humidity. He could feel his silk slacks and well fitted shirt sticking to his skin, damp with sweat after not more than a half hour of exposure. His colors were dark, and attire not designed to breathe in this sweltering heat. Raising his head back up to the light filtering through the canopy top the blonde slicked back those locks off of his stern features, he'd make it through this. No matter what, he was endlessly tenacious in surviving.
Speaking of, those supernatural oculars were not below catching movement through the foliage in the distance. Though he couldn't pick out specifics in terms of sound, since the forest around him was practically a cacophony of insects swarming about and animals screeching, a plus for anyone desiring to stealth about unnoticed. This was not the case. It seemed an almost coy means to acquire his attention passively, but seeing as they were not charging him with a blade in hand, he accepted it without too much scrutiny--not yet anyways.
Pushing off from the tree the tall suited male attempted a relaxed roll of his neck, feeling muscles tense up from the flood of adrenaline his body went through earlier. Whether or not they'd even be able to understand one another in speech was an issue he contemplated, though his linguistic repertoire was extensive thanks to numerous locales he had been ferried off to for one job or another. "<font color="d4a017]I think you've made it quite clear of your curiosity in me.[/font]" In addition, frightened, wary, or agitated also could have worked as potential descriptors of his partner's emotional condition. Either way, this might have been his first opportunity in securing relations with the people of this planet.
He'd not sneer at an offering before him, even if it had the possibility for a dismal outcome. A feminine face peeked out from behind a tree in a closer, but more off to the side location compared to where she had been nestled last. Her exact appearance he couldn't gather, but it gave cause to suspect their intentions less as devious ones. Azreal was never one to judge a book by its cover, as it was a shortcut to an early grave in his line of work, but in a vastly foreign place, overgrown in dense jungle and teeming with wildlife he couldn't help but let that guard down even slightly.
"<font color="d4a017]I'm in need of assistance if you are willing to lend me any. I don't have much to trade for, but you're welcome to what I've got.[/font]" Spoke as a man without fear his tone came across sharp and clean, cutting through the background noise without hesitation. He himself did not hold any hostility either in stance or voice, keeping his gaze in her general direction but making no moves to advance on her. This was all fine and dandy if she could just make sense of his words .He could run through other dialects, but the one he chose seemed the most appropriate for this kind of environment and coordinates on the galactic map, at least the glance he had taken before priorities shifted to not having his ship nose dive into the ground. If they had seen the wreck, the he assumed that they would think him from it to back his story, beyond that he couldn't guess at their thoughts on his presence, but hoped to find them out. Hopefully they were the talkative sort, as Azreal could reason with words far better than actions.
Azreal was far too refined a creature to enjoy the isolated nature of such a far off world, untouched by modern civilized standards. He preferred climate controlled environments, a smooth drink while he sat in a plush recliner, fine music and entertainment provided at a simple swipe of a credit stick. At least in these days anyways; he found himself quite spoiled and recognized it instantly when finding such distaste in what would be a more common experience not more than a few millennia ago. Time was fickle after living for so long, the threads were less defined, less tangible, becoming more of an ocean where countless layers passed through one another. His data services were too far out of range to be of much use. There probably wasn't a satellite powerful enough to direct a signal from his communicator in this entire system, his ship might have been able to get a distress call out, but not in its current state. Truly he was stranded until for an unforeseeable stay on this rock.
The Varion had yet to spontaneously detonate, so perhaps that was a silver lining as he could salvage it for supplies after setting up a base camp of sorts. Naturally he wouldn't return immediately, nor did Azreal plan on venturing too far off from the crash site. He had burned through the airspace of what had appeared to be one of the only recognizable signs of civilization, if they were even of basic intelligence in design, they'd likely send out some sort of search party to investigate. If they seemed approachable enough some sort of discourse could be undertaken about his situation. On the other hand, if they were a more barbaric sort Azreal was quite trained expertly in subterfuge. He was a shapeshifter, one of the most skilled he'd come across in his lengthy existence. That might have been a touch conceited in regards to his abilities, but at least within his own race and others he'd had the chance to meet there were none better. A backwater collection of natives were no match for his cunning wit and unique strengths to take advantage of their weaknesses.
Against his will, he'd learn their customs and culture, blend in among them if he had to. Whatever he had to do to progress his standing. If their technology was even remotely close to comparable, he'd use them to repair his craft. If such a task were impossible he'd wait out a recovery mission if one was even sent out. Beyond that he could simply bide his unnatural lifespan till an exploratory group discovered this hellhole like he had.
If anything, he was a patient beast.
If only he didn't have to deal with this blasted humidity. He could feel his silk slacks and well fitted shirt sticking to his skin, damp with sweat after not more than a half hour of exposure. His colors were dark, and attire not designed to breathe in this sweltering heat. Raising his head back up to the light filtering through the canopy top the blonde slicked back those locks off of his stern features, he'd make it through this. No matter what, he was endlessly tenacious in surviving.
Speaking of, those supernatural oculars were not below catching movement through the foliage in the distance. Though he couldn't pick out specifics in terms of sound, since the forest around him was practically a cacophony of insects swarming about and animals screeching, a plus for anyone desiring to stealth about unnoticed. This was not the case. It seemed an almost coy means to acquire his attention passively, but seeing as they were not charging him with a blade in hand, he accepted it without too much scrutiny--not yet anyways.
Pushing off from the tree the tall suited male attempted a relaxed roll of his neck, feeling muscles tense up from the flood of adrenaline his body went through earlier. Whether or not they'd even be able to understand one another in speech was an issue he contemplated, though his linguistic repertoire was extensive thanks to numerous locales he had been ferried off to for one job or another. "<font color="d4a017]I think you've made it quite clear of your curiosity in me.[/font]" In addition, frightened, wary, or agitated also could have worked as potential descriptors of his partner's emotional condition. Either way, this might have been his first opportunity in securing relations with the people of this planet.
He'd not sneer at an offering before him, even if it had the possibility for a dismal outcome. A feminine face peeked out from behind a tree in a closer, but more off to the side location compared to where she had been nestled last. Her exact appearance he couldn't gather, but it gave cause to suspect their intentions less as devious ones. Azreal was never one to judge a book by its cover, as it was a shortcut to an early grave in his line of work, but in a vastly foreign place, overgrown in dense jungle and teeming with wildlife he couldn't help but let that guard down even slightly.
"<font color="d4a017]I'm in need of assistance if you are willing to lend me any. I don't have much to trade for, but you're welcome to what I've got.[/font]" Spoke as a man without fear his tone came across sharp and clean, cutting through the background noise without hesitation. He himself did not hold any hostility either in stance or voice, keeping his gaze in her general direction but making no moves to advance on her. This was all fine and dandy if she could just make sense of his words .He could run through other dialects, but the one he chose seemed the most appropriate for this kind of environment and coordinates on the galactic map, at least the glance he had taken before priorities shifted to not having his ship nose dive into the ground. If they had seen the wreck, the he assumed that they would think him from it to back his story, beyond that he couldn't guess at their thoughts on his presence, but hoped to find them out. Hopefully they were the talkative sort, as Azreal could reason with words far better than actions.
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