Anora had projected an array of questions in Pahn's general direction. He would neither react immediately, nor show any outward signs of haste towards resolving said inquiry's. He would sit there, patiently sifting through his menu whilst allowing faint smiles and sighs to roll from his porcelain lips. Our mans mind is likely occupied by one of two things upon natural observation: should his pizza be just classic cheese, or should he wait to decide on the toppings before answering this woman's anxieties?

Pahn looks up, opening his mouth slightly whilst taking a breathe in as if to begin speaking. Just as this occurs, his eyes squint in slight at the girl across from him. Once having squinted, his lips shut and he shakes his head. He looks silently down at the menu before him once more. He would speak several seconds later, hardly taking liberties to tear his gaze from assorted food prices on this occasion. He didn't appear to be intentionally disrespectful, he simply acted as if this conversation and it's subjects were of minor day-to-day relevance with the potential of confusing their recipient.

[color=6ecff6]"I think you're curious about what it is you've away from. I think that my existence, and the similar individuals I've attracted here, push your logic into new places. You're afraid, but, still unsure as to why that is. This,-"[/color] One hand raises from it's previous hold along the edge of a laminated restaurant menu to wave one finger around during a brief pause. [color=6ecff6]"- this is what you're curious about."[/color] This hand returns to it's place on the rim of a now thoroughly examined piece of simple literature. Still, Pahn doesn't look upwards. He would stop speaking again, though, if Anora may take this seven second interval to toss in some further response, Pahn would raise his hand again as if to shush her during an essential moment in personal deliberation. 

[color=6ecff6]"I am-.."[/color] He would finally say, still allowing moments for seemingly unnecessary breath in between his words. [color=6ecff6]"-I'm an old man. A being far older than this planet. You could say I wasn't human at first, but, upon landing here I had already become that.-"[/color] He drops the menu, both hands wrapping themselves around each other near his chin whilst previous expressions change from joyful pride into painful remembrance. [color=6ecff6]"...- Someone had come here with me. We disagreed on certain things. Then, after some conflict with each-other, he died to keep me trapped here for a very long time."[/color] His lips tighten, his eyes squint whilst gazing at the wall rather than facing Anora. He took an even larger sum of moments as his jaw tenses further by each word. Should our guardian woman speak, a hand would still be raised to shush her. 

[color=6ecff6]"The people you encountered were toying with both me and you. They are apprentice to an old relation I hope is far from his former power. They seek to steal something from me. In short, a weapon of sorts that, if acquired, could be used to break both me and this world. None have been capable of doing so, perhaps they may possess what it takes.."[/color] That last sentence of his was nearly wishful, lingering on a sigh that says it to be desired. 

[color=f26522]"Here are your drinks! Now, what can I get ya'?"[/color] Dino would arrive promptly upon Pahn taking several minutes to answer Anora's questions, wine and water in hand alongside appetizers of bread sticks and sliced cheese. In-between them would now also sit a candle, likely meant to enhance some 'romantic' vibe the owner of this restaurant had gotten into his head. *Click!* The fire of the candle is set alight with some practiced gesture meant to exude flair and comedy to whatever customers observe it. Pahn would grin lightly at this chef and his antics whilst a notepad is withdrawn to take the pairs order. They exchange some odd set of looks, Dino points and makes an odd [color=f26522]"Eh?"[/color] sound before nodding and writing something down for Pahn. [color=f26522]"He'll have the usual, what is it you desire my dear?"[/color] He'd depart upon receiving her order, rushing eagerly into his familiar kitchen. 

Pahn would sit quietly, staring at the candle between him and Anora with an utterly emotionless expression. Those glazed eyes looked to be peering into some deep part of his memory he'd been tossed into by this girls questions. 

	[b]-------------Somewhere deep in the void of space---------------[/b]

[color=00a651]"Do you feel him?"[/color] Gentle vocals caress the ears of three guests, powerful beings who'd arrived to hear what this first speaker has to say. 
[color=7ea7d8]"Do you mean the source is singular?"[/color] Looking towards the man who'd spoken, a masculine voice projects it's concerns. 
[color=00a651]"Yes, he is one being... Sen, will you?" [/color] The gentle voice inquires a third presence, it's quiet nature breaking to provide response.
[color=ed145b]"My second apprentice. He will. I am the contingency. Is this adequate?"[/color] Feminine vocals project powerful waves of tempered force against those present.
[color=7ea7d8]"I consent."[/color] The second voice would state.
[color=00a651]"I consent."[/color] The first voice would state.
[color=fdc68a]"I consent."[/color] The fourth and final voice would state. 

All depart for their separate occupations. Sen, the unrevealed caretaker of an unnamed duty contacts her prized student. A blade now soars towards Earth, a blade unperturbed by whatever may be waiting for him on one of the most aged worlds in our known universe. 

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	[b]-------------Somewhere in the Earth below---------------[/b]

A gray man, faintly weakened by his battle with Pahn, slinks across puddles of crimson hatred. Human blood pools at his feet whilst he stands before a dark presence. [i]'Prephlin's disgusting, no class..'[/i] The man finds himself thinking upon gazing upwards at his oddly dressed master.

[color=ed1c24]"Prephlin, please, I beg-..."[/color] A gloved hand extends forward from a seat high above, shushing the younger being below.
[color=ec008c]"You should watch your head. We have lots to learn still, don't we, kiddo?"[/color] A high pitched, cartoonish voice projects itself throughout the grimy cave where these two converse. 
[color=ed1c24]"No, please master, I need to find his tre-"[/color] Before the grey man could speak further, that same gloved hand was upon him. It's durable fingers tightly clasp his throat whilst those squeaky vocals again propagate through a fluid smeared residence. 
[color=ec008c]"Stop that silly talk of yours. The surface has done you no good. I'll see to it you're all right again."[/color] And with that, the screams resume, as they had for century's before. What a painful teacher he is, the old god of horrors known as Prephlin. 

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