The shells of Keepa's eyes rotated inwards, slightly as the watched the figure come about themselves. They went about explaining themselves, an expression which settled with the demon in a strange way. Fluctuating their brows to express hesitant concern, Keepa lifted his hands to the figure's shoulder region before pulling back, remembering the...[i]not[/i] which was the figure who showed no reminisce of a pulse of any sort. So detached, there was nothing for Keepa to cling to. The lack of sensation left a bad taste in his mouth.

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"My, that sounds like an unfortunate hand you've been delt" I say with a small chuckling inflection, relieved that what, or from what he said, 'who', was at least in control of themselves. "Thankfully none of the damage...ehh" I started, unsure how to reassure him in regards to the damage he'd done. So much damage had been done with the needless outbursts of the demons; the loss calculated in both blood and gold...there would be so much sadness caused by today's events and for what?

"Well, I suppose its best not to dwell on what you couldn't control. If only others were as fortunate as to have the ability to simply come back. Hm~" My words coming with genuine disappointment as I broke character, seeing no reason to deceive something I couldn't make a gain from. His comment on the other demon reminded me of the situation. I was weaker then when I had started, thanks to the flames. In that, there were many reasons to hate my new associate...and the numbers seemed to stack up by the minute. 

3:05 and 9:50...9:51. I have to remember to synchronize the hands.

"We should" I muse as I turn to trot back down the ally I had hid in, checking my clothes to make sure they had reformed the way I liked them, even down to the slight heel of the boots which echoed light clicks with each step.
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Emerging from the other side, Keepa was almost run over by a guard who was running in the direction of the event. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. You should get to safety! There are reports of a demon in the vicinity!" he says in urgency, looking down the street as the sounds of screams of his fellow soldiers robbed him of the last of his resolve. He turned back to Keepa, "Uhh, let me get you to the garrison, it'll be safe there" taking their arm and starting to drag them off down the street. "I- I should be fine, sir. I-" Keepa tried to explain, looking back at their nameless friend with a [i]'what do I do?'[/I] expression. The guard hadn't even noticed Azous, more concerned about finding an excuse to not be slaughtered like the rest.