An expression of pure offense crosses Ze's face as he stares up at what can only be described as an Ancient, and one of the Convocation if his mask is any indication. (Unless there are other reasons for a variation akin to one's robes that he hadn't paid attention to in his brief interlude in the unsundered world. He can't claim to be an expert, it's not as though there's been anyone or anything to educate him otherwise in a time of leisure.)]
... fine. [The confirmation is careful, muted. He wonders if whatever Emet-Selch did in his original visit still holds- enough for communication to be possible. It must have dispersed, surely, with the rest of him after Thule. Or perhaps he managed to absorb some of it for a temporary period... he really ought to have asked Y'shtola or G'raha.
Either way, he loosens his grip on the other to be set down as he peers out at their surroundings- the ancient world as surely as it was in the mirage, though more solid and less ephemeral. If he didn't know any better he would say...
Hells. Please tell him he didn't manage to jump. He doesn't think the Crystal Tower could be moved to call him back again, not easily anyway.]
[ Theron, unlike some other people he has been introduced to, cannot see anything related to another's soul. He has good insight and instincts, of course. Connects to people and notices patterns of behavior. But for the moment he absolutely has no idea where this small creature has come from or its connection to a particular man he is... More than passing familiar with. ]
Now hold on one moment. Let me just -!
[ And in putting this tiny person down, Theron seems to adjust for its size. There had been enough residual aether that the lack of it within this individual hadn't dispersed. Still had been visible and could communicate. Perhaps that is the result of the experiment? Or perhaps it had used some of their aether to push them here? ]
Apologies! It wasn't, from what I recall, supposed to do anything like this.
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An expression of pure offense crosses Ze's face as he stares up at what can only be described as an Ancient, and one of the Convocation if his mask is any indication. (Unless there are other reasons for a variation akin to one's robes that he hadn't paid attention to in his brief interlude in the unsundered world. He can't claim to be an expert, it's not as though there's been anyone or anything to educate him otherwise in a time of leisure.)]
... fine. [The confirmation is careful, muted. He wonders if whatever Emet-Selch did in his original visit still holds- enough for communication to be possible. It must have dispersed, surely, with the rest of him after Thule. Or perhaps he managed to absorb some of it for a temporary period... he really ought to have asked Y'shtola or G'raha.
Either way, he loosens his grip on the other to be set down as he peers out at their surroundings- the ancient world as surely as it was in the mirage, though more solid and less ephemeral. If he didn't know any better he would say...
Hells. Please tell him he didn't manage to jump. He doesn't think the Crystal Tower could be moved to call him back again, not easily anyway.]
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Now hold on one moment. Let me just -!
[ And in putting this tiny person down, Theron seems to adjust for its size. There had been enough residual aether that the lack of it within this individual hadn't dispersed. Still had been visible and could communicate. Perhaps that is the result of the experiment? Or perhaps it had used some of their aether to push them here? ]
Apologies! It wasn't, from what I recall, supposed to do anything like this.