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Azreal was no spring chicken, his path was one traversed longer than most would ever see in their own lifetime. He'd grown accustomed to adapting at the drop of of a hat, even under the most extreme conditions. Still, that did not mean he enjoyed such adventures. He was no vagabond traveler, everything he did had purpose; if there was none visibly present, then by all means he'd seek it out. By some happenstance he had ended up on this world rather than being dusted in one of the darkest reaches of space. Azreal would not let that act of fate go to waste.
An outsider, yes, that title fit him far better, and though it wouldn't receive any acknowledgement, he'd neither give a statement to further express his confusion over her cultural terms to describe him. While it depended on how long ago the last individual had arrived, if they came here by ship as he had then there might have been salvage for him to find. The problem came with if the sites had already been picked clean by the locals. Another issue would be the fact that he had not the slightest clue on how badly damaged his own vessel was, nor if he could even repair it.
While he found her own ideals a tough simplistic to how he felt, Azreal couldn't, and wouldn't fault her. Since they were not at the others throat he'd at least explain himself if only to keep her from departing. It wouldn't be of use to have her wander off, and giving her words to chew on would likely help. Besides that, who knew when he'd even see another out here? "<font color="d4a017]I suppose you've experienced a much different sort of life in this place than I have.[/font]" In that he feared what kind of intellectuals he'd be able to find around here, or maybe that survival around here was difficult to the point where weapons were all but a necessity. "<font color="d4a017]To me, words are my blades. Information can cut down the greatest of beasts if one wield it properly.[/font]" Not that it would help him against an actual monster if he encountered one out in this dense forest, but he had an ace or two up his sleeve for such a scenario if need be. "<font color="d4a017]I can't imagine that it will be quite as effective here, but I think it might surprise you what can be done with a sharp wit and a silver tongue.[/font]" Whether or not she'd pick up on his slang Azreal didn't know, but he took pleasure in his phrasing all the same. As if on queue one of his daggers was thrown back his way, those oculars never missed a beat, and merely followed the weapon's trail to its target beside him instead of jumping back as though it were an assault.
"<font color="d4a017]I see, I'll be sure to remember that, and to be wary of other wildlife I come across.[/font]" Golden hues eyed the sizable critter with peaked curiosity. Now wasn't the time, but he could easily extract a venom from either it's skin, blood, or saliva, and create a nice toxin. What use he could come up for it had yet to reveal itself, as things rarely did out of the gate. However, despite what he had preached earlier, Azreal had a sneaking suspicion that a bit of force would be needed in order for him to survive this world's trials. Finally she broached the distance so far kept at what would be considered by her as adequately safe. With her nearing ever closer he could now see with clarity what she'd tried to hide before. That one arm of hers was partially mechanized, and that alone lit a spark inside him, not that his calm demeanor changed even slightly. To have an augmented appendage meant a level of scientific advancement that he did not expect of this civilization. From what he had seen briefly from the city in passing overhead their technology appeared to be far behind his own, but clearly others had traveled here before, and that led him to assume that the ability to leave the atmosphere was not beyond them.
Saving that thought for another time he continued his inspection as she came over to retrieve his coat. What a interesting looking woman. It was as though she'd taken bits of her surroundings and made them apart of her. Perhaps the inhabitants of this planet were well connected to the natural order here, and there had been some sort of osmosis effect over the centuries. Or this one could just be an oddity. Without the facts any possibility could be made up.
The fascination she showed off in his finely stitched jacket was about as curious to him as the manner in which she spoke. So foreign was her homeland to what he was used to that each minute that transpired was an experience to be savored. "<font color="d4a017]It's all yours then if you fancy it so. I'm quickly coming under the impression that a change in wardrobe will be required since I do not believe I will be leaving in the near future.[/font]" The buttons at the cuff of his dress shirt were hurriedly unbuttoned so that he could fold it back over his forearms. "<font color="d4a017]If it's possible, I'd like to hurry with wherever we are headed. I doubt you were the only one that saw my ship go down, and I'd like to keep my contact to a minimum right now.[/font]"
Azreal's strange acquaintance avoided the question regarding her name well. Surely it brought some irritation in the back of his head, but he respected her stalling all the same. The shapeshifter held no grudge, especially now that the moment had passed, and they were off to find this shelter she'd spoken of. A name is not something to be given out needlessly, but all the same he'd have it sooner or later--at the very least so that he could document her in his writings once he managed a way off of this dismal jungle covered rock.
A cave was about all he could think of in this primitive setting that might provide some sort of comfort in this heat, until those blasted suns set for the day. She had mentioned other outsiders having visited in the past. "<font color="d4a017]You seem pleasant enough company. If anyone else were to find me, do you suppose the situation would have unfolded in a similar fashion? Or are you a gem among the rocks?[/font]" Flattery came natural one that always wore a mask over their true feelings. It tended to help put one at ease when in a tense situation. On the move he'd wipe beads of sweat collecting on his features, his breath not heavy from exhaustion so to speak, but just the humidity sucking the moisture from his lungs. The sooner they could get out of the beating sun the better.
Azreal was no spring chicken, his path was one traversed longer than most would ever see in their own lifetime. He'd grown accustomed to adapting at the drop of of a hat, even under the most extreme conditions. Still, that did not mean he enjoyed such adventures. He was no vagabond traveler, everything he did had purpose; if there was none visibly present, then by all means he'd seek it out. By some happenstance he had ended up on this world rather than being dusted in one of the darkest reaches of space. Azreal would not let that act of fate go to waste.
An outsider, yes, that title fit him far better, and though it wouldn't receive any acknowledgement, he'd neither give a statement to further express his confusion over her cultural terms to describe him. While it depended on how long ago the last individual had arrived, if they came here by ship as he had then there might have been salvage for him to find. The problem came with if the sites had already been picked clean by the locals. Another issue would be the fact that he had not the slightest clue on how badly damaged his own vessel was, nor if he could even repair it.
While he found her own ideals a tough simplistic to how he felt, Azreal couldn't, and wouldn't fault her. Since they were not at the others throat he'd at least explain himself if only to keep her from departing. It wouldn't be of use to have her wander off, and giving her words to chew on would likely help. Besides that, who knew when he'd even see another out here? "<font color="d4a017]I suppose you've experienced a much different sort of life in this place than I have.[/font]" In that he feared what kind of intellectuals he'd be able to find around here, or maybe that survival around here was difficult to the point where weapons were all but a necessity. "<font color="d4a017]To me, words are my blades. Information can cut down the greatest of beasts if one wield it properly.[/font]" Not that it would help him against an actual monster if he encountered one out in this dense forest, but he had an ace or two up his sleeve for such a scenario if need be. "<font color="d4a017]I can't imagine that it will be quite as effective here, but I think it might surprise you what can be done with a sharp wit and a silver tongue.[/font]" Whether or not she'd pick up on his slang Azreal didn't know, but he took pleasure in his phrasing all the same. As if on queue one of his daggers was thrown back his way, those oculars never missed a beat, and merely followed the weapon's trail to its target beside him instead of jumping back as though it were an assault.
"<font color="d4a017]I see, I'll be sure to remember that, and to be wary of other wildlife I come across.[/font]" Golden hues eyed the sizable critter with peaked curiosity. Now wasn't the time, but he could easily extract a venom from either it's skin, blood, or saliva, and create a nice toxin. What use he could come up for it had yet to reveal itself, as things rarely did out of the gate. However, despite what he had preached earlier, Azreal had a sneaking suspicion that a bit of force would be needed in order for him to survive this world's trials. Finally she broached the distance so far kept at what would be considered by her as adequately safe. With her nearing ever closer he could now see with clarity what she'd tried to hide before. That one arm of hers was partially mechanized, and that alone lit a spark inside him, not that his calm demeanor changed even slightly. To have an augmented appendage meant a level of scientific advancement that he did not expect of this civilization. From what he had seen briefly from the city in passing overhead their technology appeared to be far behind his own, but clearly others had traveled here before, and that led him to assume that the ability to leave the atmosphere was not beyond them.
Saving that thought for another time he continued his inspection as she came over to retrieve his coat. What a interesting looking woman. It was as though she'd taken bits of her surroundings and made them apart of her. Perhaps the inhabitants of this planet were well connected to the natural order here, and there had been some sort of osmosis effect over the centuries. Or this one could just be an oddity. Without the facts any possibility could be made up.
The fascination she showed off in his finely stitched jacket was about as curious to him as the manner in which she spoke. So foreign was her homeland to what he was used to that each minute that transpired was an experience to be savored. "<font color="d4a017]It's all yours then if you fancy it so. I'm quickly coming under the impression that a change in wardrobe will be required since I do not believe I will be leaving in the near future.[/font]" The buttons at the cuff of his dress shirt were hurriedly unbuttoned so that he could fold it back over his forearms. "<font color="d4a017]If it's possible, I'd like to hurry with wherever we are headed. I doubt you were the only one that saw my ship go down, and I'd like to keep my contact to a minimum right now.[/font]"
Azreal's strange acquaintance avoided the question regarding her name well. Surely it brought some irritation in the back of his head, but he respected her stalling all the same. The shapeshifter held no grudge, especially now that the moment had passed, and they were off to find this shelter she'd spoken of. A name is not something to be given out needlessly, but all the same he'd have it sooner or later--at the very least so that he could document her in his writings once he managed a way off of this dismal jungle covered rock.
A cave was about all he could think of in this primitive setting that might provide some sort of comfort in this heat, until those blasted suns set for the day. She had mentioned other outsiders having visited in the past. "<font color="d4a017]You seem pleasant enough company. If anyone else were to find me, do you suppose the situation would have unfolded in a similar fashion? Or are you a gem among the rocks?[/font]" Flattery came natural one that always wore a mask over their true feelings. It tended to help put one at ease when in a tense situation. On the move he'd wipe beads of sweat collecting on his features, his breath not heavy from exhaustion so to speak, but just the humidity sucking the moisture from his lungs. The sooner they could get out of the beating sun the better.
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