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Again, her fascination with the fabric of his coat nearly astonished him. Perhaps the textile industry here was nonexistent. Actually, industry probably did not exist in the sense he was used to. Items were likely hand made and lacked the refinement that calibrated machinery provided. He had to wrap his head around the idea that this was a culture closed off from the modern galactic order. Azreal wouldn't correct her with how she decided to dress herself in his jacket the initial incident, nor the second. Naturally if it was too hot for him to wear the piece as he had, then it would be the same for her.
Azreal would deign to comment on how he could adequately take care of himself even in a foreign and likely dangerous place such as this. The entire point of going along with this strange woman, in how he was giving his best effort in acting as amicable as possible, was to root his existence here in with the populace as a non-hostile individual in order to ease a transition into a more diplomatic role. Most of his objectives could be achieved through force, but the backlash for those sort of actions were always going to be returned in kind some how some way.
Regardless of how he would machinate a way off of this world, his current objective was winning over his guide, whom he still had yet to receive a name from. Those proud lips did not dare utter words of thanks not at this stage in their discourse, but he was grateful for her assistance. Without it he'd be without any true direction in the dense woodlands that seemed to stretch endlessly instead of having a safe house already sorted out.
While his partner prepared herself for the journey by putting on a pair of well worn boots, Azreal wondered just how well his own shoes would fair in what would hardly be level terrain. Beyond that he took the opportunity to inspect her further for whatever detail about her that could provide him an edge if need be. Maybe another would have taken advantage and ogled a young woman freely as she bent over and revealed a bit more skin without the constraints of a civil society baring down upon them. However, Azreal was far from desperate for companionship, and long past the age where he let hormones override rational thought. What he did do was marvel at her athleticism in her testing how nimble she fared with added encumbrance, particularly interested in how she'd fair in combat if necessary. Either way, they were off now, and Azreal respected her intent to stay at his side rather than have her back to him. A smart decision in every way.
The crash site would be found out, he didn't doubt that. There were plumes of smoke rising from burning timber and smoldering metal, and he'd flown directly over the top of the only city he'd seen on this world as of yet. Someone would come to investigate. All he could hope was that the two of them could return in a quick enough period to camouflage the craft, or find a way to discourage looters.
Alitetaal wouldn't need to tell the blonde to keep quiet, even more so once the constant commotion of the wildlife died down around them to more recognizable sounds that could be picked out. Managing to remain in step with her with only slight difficulty, Azreal internally bemoaned his loafers. They would be comfortable in any situation besides the one he found himself in now. Conversation was light between them which was probably for the best as the louder they were the better a chance at being discovered. One of the few breaks they took was so that she could remove a container from her mess of hair. Explaining as she stood close by, he didn't shy away from her smearing the cool substance on his skin. She could have been trying to poison him, but he saw it as too obvious an attempt, than and she didn't miss a beat in applying it to herself as well. Immediately, it gave the refreshing effect she talked about and Azreal's demeanor noticeably improved. This was for sure a plant he'd have to be on the search for if he were to be stuck here.
As Ashrun had done before their trek through the forest for shelter, this time it was Azreal who fell upon a pause in his rebuttals. The first time he'd been rendered speechless in recent memory. Always spitting out witty remarks and insightful commentary without hesitation, the informational bombshell he'd been given as a passing reply to his question nearly stopped him dead in his tracks.
'<font color="c69bf6]I am Valar. I have none to flock with. I cannot change as the others can into the creatures of our planet.[/font]'
Again she spoke with a phrase he hadn't heard of prior, but he was quick on the uptake and understood the all important context. If what she said held merit, and there was little reason to believe she was lying, then he'd landed on a rock filled with free-form shifters. They couldn't be the same as him. His race were small in numbers and to his knowledge had never left their blue marble, at least not so long ago that they could colonize an entirely new planet. Still, it negated his trump card that he had over so many others. Shapeshifters were not uncommon in the universe, but most had limitations such as the changing breeds. These were a class that were beholden to a single beast to shift their form into; the most notable being the Garou, or werewolves. Certain sects of shifters were able to take the faces of other humans, or humanoid figures. His kind, and in the endless reaches of the cosmos it was feasible that similar beings existed, had the ability to steal the appearance of any sentient life they were able to lay their hands on.
'<font color="c69bf6]is from a failed transition...[/font]'
As she explained further he was stunned even further to where he was thankful that she took the lead through the narrow trail, as he surely had a less than distinguished look about him at the moment. This one he traveled with could alter herself to appear as inorganic material? Never had he seen another be able to perform such a feat, at least among the various shifter populations he'd encountered. What was once a befuddled man stumbling on uneven ground behind an oddity of a girl now had regained his composure. A curious smile on display he felt a renewed energy flow through him, likely in part from the gel she had smeared across his forehead. Without the humidity bearing on him relentlessly he could focus on all that she told him. Alitetaal probably did not realize how much the man gleamed from what was idle discussion, but Azreal already had an arsenal at his disposal compared to when he first arrived.
When they came to a stop, both turned to watch as the giant trunk of a fallen tree smashed against the rocks of the river they were traversing. Lucky were they that it had not continued downward towards them, or else a sudden jump out of the way would have been needed for sure. Alitetaal had taken hold of his arm as if to steady him from the threat and it gave way to a scheme that had been building for a while now. Well, since she informed him of her people's unique trait. As their eyes met he'd clasp a firm, but fleeting hand over her own that had grasped his forearm. Azreal let her go as she had with him, and created space between the two, never taking his gaze off of the jungle dwelling maiden. Confidence in his steps, even without being able to see the path behind him. "<font color="d4a017]You're selling yourself short in my opinion[/font]" Obviously he did not think for a second she'd understand his new idiom as with his past ones, but this was more for himself as often was the case. Over the span of a few seconds his physical shape would seem fluid, defined features transitioning into what would be the most familiar face to his companion, her own, though it did not quite fit into Azreal's formal attire. "<font color="d4a017]I consider myself one of the most talented shapeshifters around, and even I cannot mimic that which does not draw breath.[/font]" Eerily he'd possess even her own voice, though her accent was not so easily reproduced. Azreal kept those golden hues as if to show that he was still in fact himself underneath the guise. Beyond that, to prove his point further he brought up her mechanized limb. However, on his side there was merely unaltered flesh. "<font color="d4a017]What are the odds I'd be stranded in a land among a race nearly identical as my own?[/font]" Spoken to himself rather than her, it was said in a subdued manner. As if to answer the change in tone, his pace slowed to a halt as the performance he'd put on now came to an end.
Azreal wouldn't wear her look for more than a minute, he knew the rudeness in mocking another by taking their appearance as his own. Turning away from Alitetaal, he'd fill out the baggy clothing that hung loosely around her smaller body as he shifted back into his original form. "<font color="d4a017]I couldn't begin to assume what it means to be as you call it, a Valar. As you say, you are one of a kind. To me you have <font color="d4a017]potential and skill <font color="d4a017]above others [/font]in [/font]becoming not only the most inconspicuous of objects as well as the most sturdy, but also technical in nature. I wish I could do as you do.[/font]" Although she could not see from her angle, he had quite a grin upon him from the thought of the possibilities with her talents in at his fingertips. "<font color="d4a017]How far till we arrive, out of curiosity?[/font]" He'd glance up a break in the treetops to judge how far the suns above had moved in relation to when they first set out. "<font color="d4a017]I imagine that we do not wish to be wandering too much once we run out of sunlight.[/font]"
Again, her fascination with the fabric of his coat nearly astonished him. Perhaps the textile industry here was nonexistent. Actually, industry probably did not exist in the sense he was used to. Items were likely hand made and lacked the refinement that calibrated machinery provided. He had to wrap his head around the idea that this was a culture closed off from the modern galactic order. Azreal wouldn't correct her with how she decided to dress herself in his jacket the initial incident, nor the second. Naturally if it was too hot for him to wear the piece as he had, then it would be the same for her.
Azreal would deign to comment on how he could adequately take care of himself even in a foreign and likely dangerous place such as this. The entire point of going along with this strange woman, in how he was giving his best effort in acting as amicable as possible, was to root his existence here in with the populace as a non-hostile individual in order to ease a transition into a more diplomatic role. Most of his objectives could be achieved through force, but the backlash for those sort of actions were always going to be returned in kind some how some way.
Regardless of how he would machinate a way off of this world, his current objective was winning over his guide, whom he still had yet to receive a name from. Those proud lips did not dare utter words of thanks not at this stage in their discourse, but he was grateful for her assistance. Without it he'd be without any true direction in the dense woodlands that seemed to stretch endlessly instead of having a safe house already sorted out.
While his partner prepared herself for the journey by putting on a pair of well worn boots, Azreal wondered just how well his own shoes would fair in what would hardly be level terrain. Beyond that he took the opportunity to inspect her further for whatever detail about her that could provide him an edge if need be. Maybe another would have taken advantage and ogled a young woman freely as she bent over and revealed a bit more skin without the constraints of a civil society baring down upon them. However, Azreal was far from desperate for companionship, and long past the age where he let hormones override rational thought. What he did do was marvel at her athleticism in her testing how nimble she fared with added encumbrance, particularly interested in how she'd fair in combat if necessary. Either way, they were off now, and Azreal respected her intent to stay at his side rather than have her back to him. A smart decision in every way.
The crash site would be found out, he didn't doubt that. There were plumes of smoke rising from burning timber and smoldering metal, and he'd flown directly over the top of the only city he'd seen on this world as of yet. Someone would come to investigate. All he could hope was that the two of them could return in a quick enough period to camouflage the craft, or find a way to discourage looters.
Alitetaal wouldn't need to tell the blonde to keep quiet, even more so once the constant commotion of the wildlife died down around them to more recognizable sounds that could be picked out. Managing to remain in step with her with only slight difficulty, Azreal internally bemoaned his loafers. They would be comfortable in any situation besides the one he found himself in now. Conversation was light between them which was probably for the best as the louder they were the better a chance at being discovered. One of the few breaks they took was so that she could remove a container from her mess of hair. Explaining as she stood close by, he didn't shy away from her smearing the cool substance on his skin. She could have been trying to poison him, but he saw it as too obvious an attempt, than and she didn't miss a beat in applying it to herself as well. Immediately, it gave the refreshing effect she talked about and Azreal's demeanor noticeably improved. This was for sure a plant he'd have to be on the search for if he were to be stuck here.
As Ashrun had done before their trek through the forest for shelter, this time it was Azreal who fell upon a pause in his rebuttals. The first time he'd been rendered speechless in recent memory. Always spitting out witty remarks and insightful commentary without hesitation, the informational bombshell he'd been given as a passing reply to his question nearly stopped him dead in his tracks.
'<font color="c69bf6]I am Valar. I have none to flock with. I cannot change as the others can into the creatures of our planet.[/font]'
Again she spoke with a phrase he hadn't heard of prior, but he was quick on the uptake and understood the all important context. If what she said held merit, and there was little reason to believe she was lying, then he'd landed on a rock filled with free-form shifters. They couldn't be the same as him. His race were small in numbers and to his knowledge had never left their blue marble, at least not so long ago that they could colonize an entirely new planet. Still, it negated his trump card that he had over so many others. Shapeshifters were not uncommon in the universe, but most had limitations such as the changing breeds. These were a class that were beholden to a single beast to shift their form into; the most notable being the Garou, or werewolves. Certain sects of shifters were able to take the faces of other humans, or humanoid figures. His kind, and in the endless reaches of the cosmos it was feasible that similar beings existed, had the ability to steal the appearance of any sentient life they were able to lay their hands on.
'<font color="c69bf6]is from a failed transition...[/font]'
As she explained further he was stunned even further to where he was thankful that she took the lead through the narrow trail, as he surely had a less than distinguished look about him at the moment. This one he traveled with could alter herself to appear as inorganic material? Never had he seen another be able to perform such a feat, at least among the various shifter populations he'd encountered. What was once a befuddled man stumbling on uneven ground behind an oddity of a girl now had regained his composure. A curious smile on display he felt a renewed energy flow through him, likely in part from the gel she had smeared across his forehead. Without the humidity bearing on him relentlessly he could focus on all that she told him. Alitetaal probably did not realize how much the man gleamed from what was idle discussion, but Azreal already had an arsenal at his disposal compared to when he first arrived.
When they came to a stop, both turned to watch as the giant trunk of a fallen tree smashed against the rocks of the river they were traversing. Lucky were they that it had not continued downward towards them, or else a sudden jump out of the way would have been needed for sure. Alitetaal had taken hold of his arm as if to steady him from the threat and it gave way to a scheme that had been building for a while now. Well, since she informed him of her people's unique trait. As their eyes met he'd clasp a firm, but fleeting hand over her own that had grasped his forearm. Azreal let her go as she had with him, and created space between the two, never taking his gaze off of the jungle dwelling maiden. Confidence in his steps, even without being able to see the path behind him. "<font color="d4a017]You're selling yourself short in my opinion[/font]" Obviously he did not think for a second she'd understand his new idiom as with his past ones, but this was more for himself as often was the case. Over the span of a few seconds his physical shape would seem fluid, defined features transitioning into what would be the most familiar face to his companion, her own, though it did not quite fit into Azreal's formal attire. "<font color="d4a017]I consider myself one of the most talented shapeshifters around, and even I cannot mimic that which does not draw breath.[/font]" Eerily he'd possess even her own voice, though her accent was not so easily reproduced. Azreal kept those golden hues as if to show that he was still in fact himself underneath the guise. Beyond that, to prove his point further he brought up her mechanized limb. However, on his side there was merely unaltered flesh. "<font color="d4a017]What are the odds I'd be stranded in a land among a race nearly identical as my own?[/font]" Spoken to himself rather than her, it was said in a subdued manner. As if to answer the change in tone, his pace slowed to a halt as the performance he'd put on now came to an end.
Azreal wouldn't wear her look for more than a minute, he knew the rudeness in mocking another by taking their appearance as his own. Turning away from Alitetaal, he'd fill out the baggy clothing that hung loosely around her smaller body as he shifted back into his original form. "<font color="d4a017]I couldn't begin to assume what it means to be as you call it, a Valar. As you say, you are one of a kind. To me you have <font color="d4a017]potential and skill <font color="d4a017]above others [/font]in [/font]becoming not only the most inconspicuous of objects as well as the most sturdy, but also technical in nature. I wish I could do as you do.[/font]" Although she could not see from her angle, he had quite a grin upon him from the thought of the possibilities with her talents in at his fingertips. "<font color="d4a017]How far till we arrive, out of curiosity?[/font]" He'd glance up a break in the treetops to judge how far the suns above had moved in relation to when they first set out. "<font color="d4a017]I imagine that we do not wish to be wandering too much once we run out of sunlight.[/font]"
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