(Michael, still on the roof and in his armour has noticed this "Pygma" and just decides to keep an eye on him. He may or may not notice Solace there, but then again Solace might not recognize him in that bright red armour modified to have shoulder-weapons on it
.)
-Pygma raises the stone in its' hands-
-pointing it towards the sun-
-moving silently, without sound-
-slowly turning it around in its' hands-
-before placing it back on the ground, and crouching next to it, knees high and almost next to its' mask-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-on further inspection it doesn't appear to be a ritual-
-not with how Pygma moves, it is more... curious-
-especially when Pygma touches the stone again, and moss starts to grow from beneath the palm it laid on there-
-and just as soon as it began to grow, and Pygma touched the moss again, it started to die-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postJulieta is initially confused at her apparent wearing of her new armour
, but eventually comes around to it when she looks at her hands, testing their movement in their now armoured state.
(Michael notices the bird's odd movement) ....What the...?
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"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."-Pygma looks to the bird, as if noticing it-
-and begins to approach it, starting to climb the tree, as its' leaves grow brown slowly, some beginning to fall-
-the bark withering and the tree slowly dying in Pygma's grasp-
-the bird seems to be panicking, and yet not flying away just yet-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-oh shit-
Solace reacted as best she could.
She shoved herself off of the ledge (Michael that girl just jumped off the roof, man. What in the hell?), breaking her fall with her own abilities.
A small array formed near the bird, harmlessly punting it off of the branch in a burst of kinetic energy and, hopefully, out of harm's way.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Pygma watches the bird get punted off, as the tree crumbles to dust beneath Pygma-
-entirely nonplussed, with almost chillingly, zero reaction-
-even dismounting the crumbling tree, it did so with precision that seemed to know where exactly things would crumble-
-gracefully dismounting, with a feather-fall of a landing-
-Pygma's staring at you now, Solace- You wield an energy I haven't seen before. You are an odd one... -Pygma's voice is toneless, and yet oddly... calm in nature-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postSo this is what Sir Tapferin has... Uh, thank you, Ms. Zoldark.
(Throughout the encounter, Michael has noticed three things: 1) This guy is problematic; 2) Solace seems to have powers of her own and; 3)... Given the context, it is not wise to interfere. He's already had enough problems with Majora for today.)
Sorry, guys, last one for tonight from me.
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."

-....Yup, that qualifies as some pretty strange shit-
Solace glanced over towards the movement and raised an eyebrow, strumming the low string with a perfect pitch.
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