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He looked at her and he lowered his head growling in warning. He went and laid under a table shivering. There was something that the dog did not like or trust about the woman.

The prime adopts a much smaller, more human like size in front of the dog, offering out s gentle hand. "Canis Familiaris. Dogs, j believe humans call them. You are rather cute, aren't you?"

"Oh look at how cute you are," A very short, dark haired man, dressed in what appears to be a priest's vestment, peered up at Chimerus Prime. Both his expression and tone dripping with an obvious condescending air as he files the pale nails on his metallic, decorated porcelain hands. "You remind me of the wretched dog I once had, now that I think about it..."

"You're quite the intriguing one, aren't you? The air of condescension that surrounds you is suffocating, almost." Ja'vassa mused, carefully observing the strange being before him. They were unlike anything he had seen before, and he could sense strange powers coming from him. "It isn't often I come across priests with power like yours. An intriguing development, indeed."

"Hm .... cute kitty, but it gives me the creeps."

"You're really nice. You and Jane both! Piano really likes you"

"What's up with that hairstyle? It's all over the place! Much like your powers, probably..."

Raising a brow, he crossed his arms.
"I don't know, can barely see the dude, let alone read him."
Adean gets the feeling that he should stay far away from this person.

Sidach's fingernails click against the hilt of their sword. "Seems like a trickstery fellow, but the amount of children that follow him around seems to imply the opposite. My country needs more people like him-- there's too many war-orphans to count without guardians... Hm. I've never seen ears like that before! I wonder how well he can hear. This man reminds me of a fox..."

Kaiza took a look at the noble before him. The noble wore neat, nice clothing and a pair of shiny gold earrings. The sorcerer's eyes darted towards their dark, long, and silk-like hair. He had to know what the noble used for their hair. Probably the best hair care in the world. He admired the way the noble held themself with ambition.

A unknown feeling stirred in his stomach. It wasn't jealousy like he found out that his older sister, Fumiko, was blessed with near invincibility of Heavenly Rescriction. No, it was aspiration, a feeling he rarely felt about anyone. "You're everything I aspire to be." It came out as a soft whisper.

You seem like a foodie to me!

Seems like a lovely girl, I've always enjoyed the theatre, and costuming is a talent all it's own. Her red hair and freckles would be mesmerizing if properly depicted in porcelain.

"Who you gonna call? Ghost busters! Actually, wait, no– that'd be cruel. You don't seem like the harmful type." Ollie tilted their head, eyes flying up and down his doll body as if examining another puzzle to solve. "What magic did you use to achieve this? It's fascinating. And, um, what's it like to be… y'know, dead…?"

Miss Lyreh raised an eyebrow at the young person in front of her. They were interesting, that was the truth, and she was intrigued by their mannerisms. She wasn't used to coming across people who were so... lively. Not that such a characteristic was a bad thing! After working to sew clothes for nobles for such a long time, it was rare to come across someone who seemed to genuinely enjoy life and its wonders. They were smart, that was obvious. Lyreh picked at her cuticles and gnawed on the inside of her cheek. Oh, she never knew what to say to interesting people! What if she said the wrong thing? Or worse, if she accidentally insulted them?!

"I... well," she cleared her throat and straightened her back up, "pardon the intrusion, sir... or uhm, miss--apologies!"

Well, wasn't this just starting off amazingly? Miss Lyreh refrained from running her hands down her face. She had never met someone before who wasn't a lady or man, and while she had no issue with such a matter, she wasn't sure what to call them. Her cheeks were painted crimson when she bowed her head. Hopefully, she wasn't bothering the poor dear.

"I see that you are quite the intellectual. Pardon if this comes across as rude, but I thought you to be incredibly impressive! I hope you have a wonderful day."

Innocent.

"I'm not sure you'd know how to fix my armor? It breaks alot. You seem trustworthy, however, so I'd come to you. I'll pay you everytime..."

Pluto peered at MaCaia breifly over the edge of his glasses, lips pursed as he lets out an intrigued hum. He readjusts his glasses casually and crosses his arms. "The strong silent type. Normally I'd write off such behaviors as someone putting up a front, but he has enough mystique to back it up."

Sharp teeth flashed from the shadow of an intricate hood as Skeith stopped a fair distance away from Pluto. The fine features, elegant clothing choices, and clean scent eased his teeth back into hiding but he pinned his ears. "I see the kru poison even their own. Intriguing..." He lifts his head to study the man with a cold gaze. Every detail matched what records of Kru remained except for those fangs and the unnatural power within him. Something about Pluto still comforted the fire within.

The human form gave way for another, more familiar form. He began to reach out, offering a welcoming hand, but recoiled with a sneer. "You are too much like him to be wearing such a vile form...if only..." Suddenly, his eyes burn bright as his teeth appear again. He wheels around with a snarl and strides off.