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Rupa let the coins fall into his hands, letting them sit there as he still felt weary about this whole plot. But then that line...it was...so..so insane, he didn't even entertain the thought. Wha-!" He laughed in disbelief. "What is this?! Ya think dis is some kinda joke? That I'm some...damsel in distress th' needs savin'? Dude...." he scoffed, glaring at...this...Raesal...? incredulously, letting the coins drop to the ground, the metal ringing sharp on the concrete under their feet. "Ya seriously think I'm gonna go wit' ya now? Wha-what mental hospital did YOU break outta? Dis some kinda sick joke ya like ta, ta play on homeless people, huh?" He was...a little harsh on the poor guy. But hey, he was done getting bullied and knocked down for just tryin' ta survive.
"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time
The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.
A bloom of magical origin is something significant indeed, they both mused. And while their thoughts were similar, each had their own perspective on such a unique object. Phobos wondered what each would look like and if it’s appearance was magical as well, reflective of the soul or external factors or if it could even be grown by anyone. Or did this divine mother had the only means to create this flower.
Alexander, meanwhile, pondered over its practical use, was it a type of wand to channel magic, given the way the man was brandishing it. A sort of weapon hidden? A status symbol? A religious item? Clearly it was held in high regard, given the similar reverence shown by the noble.
Matron…who? “Ah…yes…wee werre…not informed of thees place. It must’ve gotten lost along thee way. We werre a beet of a rrush today.” Phobos stepped forward to place himself in front of Alexander, striking a slight dramatic stance in efforts to seem bigger than life. An action which elicited an admonishing shake of the head from Alexander.
The vast land would be a much needed place to hide, should their need arise. With a knowing smirk thrown at the knight’s direction, Phobos stepped forward again towards the man. “That ees most generous and ‘onorable of you, good sir. We’d luf to stay and eenjoy jourr magneefeecen’ home. I’m surre that this deed…er, would do grrreat forr jourr…uh, favorr.” He spoke with a slight theatrical tone, playing up his role as this deity the man mistook him for. Well, it wasn’t a total lie, though Phobos didn’t know how much of his natural powers he still had being transported to this realm.
A random portal opens in a small village, a shining capital seen in the background, as two figures fall from it. Landing with precision with a hearty thud, the first rises. A stocky middle-aged man, in his late 30's by the looks of his short hair, weary face, and heavy set, turns to his companion, a lithe young man-few younger years than he- who was currently getting to his feet. "Where are we?" "If I knew that, we wouldn't be lost. Let's find some cover, hopefully find supplies."
Seeing the portal and those who came through a young man, his eyes like oval sapphires and hair a long, flowing golden sheet approaches the pair and bows once close enough.
“Greetings, creatures of the Divine, for what reason hath the Gods sent their children to us this day?” He questions, his voice warm though reverential and his gaze never leaving the larger of the pair.