edited 3rd Jan '13 6:50:49 AM by m8e
edited 7th Jan '13 2:01:13 AM by Ryuhza
Razugual remained silent on the rooftop, his back facing the group and his head tipped towards the sky. He was listening though; always listening. Sano's grand answering of a few of his questions did not spur his trust, nor his forgiveness, or any sort of concession that he had been wrong. Those were the safe answers, he thought, those were the answers he could give while remaining so very vague about himself. There was so much that Sano wasn't saying. Razugual could hear it in his voice. The way he cut himself off. The way he so quickly changed gears without explaining a particularly questionable thing. The magician's companion would not go easy on Sano. He remained in his position; sitting on his haunches, and listening.
edited 8th Jan '13 2:06:54 AM by Ryuhza
edited 18th Jan '13 5:52:44 PM by m8e
edited 18th Jan '13 6:52:43 PM by m8e
Razugual watched the sky. The starlight had begun fading, though he hadn't noticed. The magician's companion was still listening in on the conversation from the campfire, but he hadn't been getting very much out of it. It's all bad jokes, secrecy, and nothing talk. He sighed, dropping his focus from the useless chatting, and leveled his head with the horizon, exploring the distant desert with his eyes. It was easier to see than before, even minutes earlier and Razugual could make out just how vast the plain appeared. There was not much to be found in the distance. The question reemerged in his head again: where had the others gone? Why would they go— where would they go, when there was nowhere in sight to go? He looked down at the roof beneath his feet. What was a gas station doing all the way out here? How had he and Mud, or any number of those who had come and gone, arrived here? It bothered him. Many things were bothering him. This entire stop was bothering him, and a part of Razugual wanted now to be done with it. To leap off the roof and go about his merry way, as it seemed so many of the others had done. But he kept these feelings enclosed and in check, and returned his hollow gaze to the night sky. Immediately, he noticed, the sky no longer belonged to the night. There was a distinct strain of rich blueness that hadn't been there before, and indeed, a brightness roused at the edge of the desert. Dawn had silently approached, and now, finally arrived.
The magician leaned backward, resting against thin air. "The two men may meet at a question: What is the nature of a free existence? The short man looks up at the tall man with curious eyes, perhaps believing that the nature of existence is to continually learn more of existence, and to deepen one's understanding of what he knows. The tall man, with his horizons so vast... perhaps he believes that the nature of existence is to find a comfortable place to stop knowing." Mud held up his hands and tipped his head. "In this case, what matters more than the truth, is what you hope is the truth." Mud pointed at Sano, raising his eyebrows with a wide smile. "What you wish to be the truth." He held his pose for a few moments longer, then switched gears again, stroking his goatee and looking generally disinterested in anything. "Well I suppose I will perform however I deem my fancy to be suited at the time of the proceedings. Sounds like a good idea, feels like a good idea; looks, smells, and tastes like a good idea. If I had to venture a guess..." The magician let the words hang with a playful smile, then tipped his head back to the point that his hat fell off. He threw out a hand to catch it, turning to face Morgan at the same time. "Ah, Madamé Morgan," He placed the hat back on his head and chuckled inwardly, "Is there a thing that you wanted? Some... thing?" All the while, Mud did not seem to notice, or was ignoring, Razugual, who had turned around, and was watching them all directly.
Razugual perched near the edge of the gas station rooftop, eyes fixated on Morgan. He noticed her turning her eyes to the distant sky more than once, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead she continued to talk to Mud about some sort of favor. This too left Razugual uneasy. Trying to guess how Mud would carry out any sort of task or request was no simple task, but the magician had no evident feud with or distaste for the poor girl, so the man had no reason to do anything harmful. Still, Razugual was undecided on whether or not he should intervene. But... perhaps the man was being honest? Is this dead then? It seems that everyone has either gone missing or is happier in another character thread. If this isn't the case, then do declare so.
edited 4th Feb '13 12:09:49 AM by Ryuhza
edited 20th Feb '13 10:29:58 AM by m8e
edited 20th Feb '13 10:57:52 AM by Ryuhza
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