LucidRain

Visrii watched in interest as the hexagon disappeared. Huh, so even that arcane barrier wasn't in his own understanding. "Tell me about it. Then again, I myself won't be the best individual to lecture or give opinions about." "Well, I must excuse myself, Alexandria, I need to catch up with some of the other members in our party. I've also got an apology to make to Ms White Being, but thanks for that lecture, though. I'll probably need it for later." And with a nod, he left the shop, back into the streets that lay before him.

Visrii struggled to comprehend this new concept. "Okay...so you're a pulley who is like a human. No wait, a human who's like a pulley - and you can do stuff like make arcane barriers and stuff. And ah, screw it, all I can ask is if you can back me up in battle, I guess...metallic lady...machine? As for Solomon..." He turned to Solomon, or where he was. He was gone, and he spotted him running out the shop. He didn't bother to give chase, wherever he was going. To him, this Solomon was all fangs and no bite; completely harmless. He dismissed the kid and turned back to the lady. "Right, I've never asked your name actually. Mine's Visrii." (@Zoe_Walker - Whoops. I missed that description on your sheet; will adjust for future - he'll look up now, though he'll keep saying 'little lady' in dialog because of sarcasm reasons)

Okay, more confusing words. Visrii felt like he was missing an entire year of arcane studies lessons, having all these new words thrown out of the air at him. Not that he paid any attention to the normal lessons anyways. "Right, I have understood about zero amount of that. So what's a 'computer', and how does a mechanism have a 'memory'? Are mechanisms not pulleys or forges, not organic?"

As the after-sound went away, he could see the grey cloaked man talking. However, his attention had already turned away from the grey cloaked man, whom he had completely given up on. "Solomon, okay, cool. I don't want to know, thanks" he dismissed absentmindedly. This conversation was becoming stale anyway, going nowhere. At least he knew the guy's name though, despite his continued hostility. As for the strange words, however, it piqued his interest. Was it similar to the strange staff-like sticks that exploded at one end? "What's with all these strange words?" Visrii asked the android, whose mirth had trailed off now, "are these some sort of weapon you use?"

Visrii winced slightly by the lady's sudden extremely loud, explosive laughter, though he was surprisingly unresponsive to the noise. He's heard louder explosions before, and he was mildly irritated by the after-sound left by her mirth. What caught his attention the most was what she was saying. "What is this ar-ay-em? Cerrcuts?" he mumbled, unsure of what to make of it. Visrii already suspected that the this lady wasn't just weird, she was of alien composition. But now he had a creeping suspicion that she was off kilter. Not that he was in any position to judge. He just'll have to ask her after this annoying after-sound went away.

Visrii internally sighed. So much for paternalising, it seemed. He himself resorted many times into violence (actually most of the times) and threw around death as a joke, but this grey cloak seriously hated his guts, it seemed. "Right, let's leave those death threats in a neat little pile next to this fine young metal lady and I'll do the same with my attitude, shall we? In fact, I'll add one of my knives in the pile if that assures you." Then he heard the strange clicking noise. Visrii turned his attention to the metal human. "Err, you... sure you're alright?"

Visrii had heard all of this before. He was dangerous, he needed to be kept checked, he needed to be chained. Such comments had worn out on him, and instead of being hurt by this, he wore this as a badge of pride. "Ah, yes, but they are still knives, and dull blades hurt more. And," he nodded towards the metal android, "this lovely lady is keeping eyes on me right now. Or, in this case, one eye on me and one eye on you."

I also wish'd to know, what is Visrii's complexity rating?

Visrii beamed at the weird little metal lady. "I don't know if you did that intentionally or not, but you get my seal of approval on that comment." He turned to the grey cloak, consistently refusing to take his offers of peacemaking. "I ain't putting my knives down. I can't exist without some way of killing people. Just my thing." Visrii finished this with another dry smile.

Visrii looked at the grey cloaked man through the hardlight shield, pleased with his acquaintance's hostility (now he was in a more familiar territory), but then again there was something disturbing about his behaviour. Perhaps it reminded Visrii too much of something he knew in his own world? Visrii could not say. "Oh, we can talk smack about each other for weeks I tell you, my bundle of sunshine, but Ms Lightbulb certainly would hate to see her team so sundered apart. For now, we'll have to put up with each other, eh? Name's Visrii."

"Not without my staff, unfortunately," Visrii said with a wry smile. "Though we can always fight to the death later on, that always solves things. I'm sure Ms Lightbulb would love to hear two of her teammates fight again." Visrii looked at the several books that lay around the vicinity. "You use...material magic - do you generate these books or portal them from somewhere else?"

Visrii flicked his knife up and down, watching the other travellers spread out into the town. Visrii hated not doing anything. Not doing anything meant that he had time, and having time meant that his thoughts would start again. That was not good. He picked himself back up and decide to make himself useful. Ah, yes, the book flinger. Although he instantly rejected the idea of being friends with anyone, he needed some kind of ally in this world, and strangely enough, the book flinger was really the only person he was willing to talk to. Perhaps he was good at talking to people who tried to kill him before. Amber eyes searched for the grey cloak. Ah, yes. He wasn't very far off. Visrii stalked over. "Hello, grey-cloak. I believe we hadn't a chance to talk before. Name's Visrii."

Visrii strolled through the town, a sullen but determined place. Many walls were crumbling, perhaps damage from the Heartless. He examined the claw marks on a particular wall - it was much like a wolf's but much more vicious and deep. "And I've only got a knife to fight these things?" Visrii whistled, both impressed and excited. "That is going to be one hell of a fight." He returned to the guide (vaguely remembering the blow to the guts from earlier) and waited outside, bored.

You too. Have a good day.

Visrii looked at the grey cloaked man enviously. "If only I had some locating thing in my own staff," he mused, "then again, I probably won't get it back anyway." He shrugged and looked at the strange new potion. Some sort of restorative potion. Probably. He was tempted to mistrust the item, but then again so far no-one has attempted to kill him yet. He'd trust them for now, but as soon as he registered them hostile, he'll take back his halberd by force and leave, where-ever he would go.

"Right, in my defence, that was a joke. I said sorry, you've taken away my weapon, I am unarmed and mostly harmless. Do you want me to be chained and muzzled too?"

Not evil, really aggressive. Also, that wasn't an honest suggestion. More like an inappropriate joke - will tone it down from here.

"Can someone describe for me what these 'Heartless' you keep mentioning are?" Visrii asked, "they don't sound very friendly."

"Sorry 'bout that." Visrii nodded. Again, keep those comments in. "I guess I'll have to go weapon-less for now."

Kind of. But he keeps it under wraps really tight.

Visrii reels, but surprisingly does not retaliate. "Right, never-mind. Kinda deserved that one."

With a lack of enthusiasm between the group, he quickly realized that this group really wasn't up to antics. You're not with the mercenaries anymore, he reminded himself. I can't just go around making comments like this. "Very well, I guess. Civilities win today."

Got it, will tone down this now.

"Right, can we kill the shopkeepers? See, it's a profit for both sides! We put them out of their miserable existence, and we get money AND supplies. Don't know why I don't do it more often, really."