This guy is too chipper for his liking. Ugh. He doesn't miss that flash of teeth, the grin he's being given. Like the gaze of a predator who had seen their catch and were closing in.
This guy sure like the sound of his own voice... He wasn't going to say no to more information however. But... He was saying he, wasn't, from Terra? That wasn't- that couldn't- He knew there was, stuff, out in space. But the idea of there being other people, other civilizations, that wasn't something he really gave a single LMD to. At least not without proof. He'd heard too many crazy old people going on and on about it... and overheard too many punk kids discussing how to use their fledgling arts to prank said old people.
He mentally forced himself to put that aside, for now, hoping his shock didn't show on his face all that much, he didn't want to lose any kind of edge in this little game of theirs. And this guy could be lying for all he knew. Or could also be one of those conspiracy theorists... Maybe a fool who got recruited into a delusional cult.
Regardless, right now it wasn't important. He grit his teeth, pulling himself out of the thought spiral and focusing on the conversation at hand again.
If he was feeling any more comfortable with this man he'd do a show of giving this room a distinctly unimpressed once-over, "Pretty shoddy place for a vacation," he says dryly.
Flamebringer's sharper hearing picks up the hitch and he doesn't really grin. But maybe someone could spot a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I'll be the judge of that, blondie." This guy was sly enough to be an adept arts user who was just hiding his cards. Or who knew what else. He could also be telling the truth, given his nervous reaction. Or he's just not confident he could win in a fight against Flamebringer.
Good.
Flamebringer considers that description. If this guy truly wasn't from Terra... for now he'd play along. "... Sounds like a lungman. And I've never heard of this, Alliance." Sounds too fancy for his pay grade. He tilts his head, "Can't imagine how. Lungmen don't look anything like me." Despite his suspicions and wariness he was, curious. And he couldn't imagine a world where he'd be mistaken for anything but what he was.
The way this man says friend makes Flamebringer want to walk away. Or give the guy a warning souvenir. The falseness of it just dripped off of his tongue like poison. Still he restrains himself. This is the first person who he's actually been able to talk to and he needs what advantages he can get. No matter how deplorable he found the other party.
For once, he grins, toothy, letting his fangs show, "A few names. Murderer. Devil. Demon. Plague-bringer. Harbinger. An ill omen." He laughs, there is no humor in it, it is a harsh noise, "Too many to remember or count at this point."
Flamebringer puts on the part for a moment, seeing how this man will react. Seeing what will happen.
Despite his bravado though... the man does seem to visibly deflate when he asks, so Flamebringer pauses, considering, the almost feral grin disappearing, fading into a more grim, but also slightly, softer, expression; laced with consideration.
His voice that was harsh before, is suddenly much quieter, and softer, "... but you can call me Flamebringer." His eyes stare into the man before him, almost if fueled by an internal fire within him. No longer a harsh glare, but a sure presence, to be handled with respect, as all fire should be.
To the man who wants to chat the least. Got his name tho.
This guy sure like the sound of his own voice... He wasn't going to say no to more information however. But... He was saying he, wasn't, from Terra? That wasn't- that couldn't- He knew there was, stuff, out in space. But the idea of there being other people, other civilizations, that wasn't something he really gave a single LMD to. At least not without proof. He'd heard too many crazy old people going on and on about it... and overheard too many punk kids discussing how to use their fledgling arts to prank said old people.
He mentally forced himself to put that aside, for now, hoping his shock didn't show on his face all that much, he didn't want to lose any kind of edge in this little game of theirs. And this guy could be lying for all he knew. Or could also be one of those conspiracy theorists... Maybe a fool who got recruited into a delusional cult.
Regardless, right now it wasn't important. He grit his teeth, pulling himself out of the thought spiral and focusing on the conversation at hand again.
If he was feeling any more comfortable with this man he'd do a show of giving this room a distinctly unimpressed once-over, "Pretty shoddy place for a vacation," he says dryly.
Flamebringer's sharper hearing picks up the hitch and he doesn't really grin. But maybe someone could spot a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I'll be the judge of that, blondie." This guy was sly enough to be an adept arts user who was just hiding his cards. Or who knew what else. He could also be telling the truth, given his nervous reaction. Or he's just not confident he could win in a fight against Flamebringer.
Good.
Flamebringer considers that description. If this guy truly wasn't from Terra... for now he'd play along. "... Sounds like a lungman. And I've never heard of this, Alliance." Sounds too fancy for his pay grade. He tilts his head, "Can't imagine how. Lungmen don't look anything like me." Despite his suspicions and wariness he was, curious. And he couldn't imagine a world where he'd be mistaken for anything but what he was.
The way this man says friend makes Flamebringer want to walk away. Or give the guy a warning souvenir. The falseness of it just dripped off of his tongue like poison. Still he restrains himself. This is the first person who he's actually been able to talk to and he needs what advantages he can get. No matter how deplorable he found the other party.
For once, he grins, toothy, letting his fangs show, "A few names. Murderer. Devil. Demon. Plague-bringer. Harbinger. An ill omen." He laughs, there is no humor in it, it is a harsh noise, "Too many to remember or count at this point."
Flamebringer puts on the part for a moment, seeing how this man will react. Seeing what will happen.
Despite his bravado though... the man does seem to visibly deflate when he asks, so Flamebringer pauses, considering, the almost feral grin disappearing, fading into a more grim, but also slightly, softer, expression; laced with consideration.
His voice that was harsh before, is suddenly much quieter, and softer, "... but you can call me Flamebringer." His eyes stare into the man before him, almost if fueled by an internal fire within him. No longer a harsh glare, but a sure presence, to be handled with respect, as all fire should be.