Mortim

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Pahn would sit motionless for roughly ten seconds before answering Anora. His mind needed time to process this modern human, her ways, her ethics, and the manner in which she presented inquiry's. Her rush for words and expression was beyond him, he was internally beginning to recognize this. She sought to speak whilst he awaited proper ways to pronounce meaning that even then lacked their substance of explanation. He knew of days when entire nations would wait century's for him to say but one word, let alone explain all of his personal history and convictions.

"I'm unsure.-" Pahn would say in a frank tone, those eyes never moving from the candle between them whilst continuing to speak. "-I have yet to know if I truly care for this shell you call home.. Though..-" He slowly leans backwards, pausing for less than a second by some miracle of speech. "-What I do know of is the malice in my heart for a creature known as Prephlin..." Our celestial human slumps into his seat, still analyzing a steady flame whilst allowing his arms to relax into the hidden space below their table.

Pahn's posture had grown to be suddenly striking, fitting of a godly countenance by just mere mention of one hated 'creature'. His shoulders had stretched outwards without slouching forward. His hands had fallen to sit laxly near his waist. His hips shifted partially to the right as to project a confident posture in leaning faintly towards one direction. One could say he was ready to perch atop a throne, looking out over horizons of conquered land from a mountaintop fortress. Pahn projected the nuance of a fair king, caught in his own contemplation during the brief respite he's provided between country-defining conversations. This happened quickly, his body seemingly slipping into this pose without any preconceived notions.

Anora, aside from any reactions she may have, would be shown a brief flashback of what would feel like her own memory. She see's a glowing, silvery man sitting on the edge of what looks to be a coffin with much the same pose Pahn now holds. He's just ten feet ahead of where she stands. They are surrounded by vines which pulsate and throb with slivers of light that change their hue with each heart-like swell. These vines all lead to said casket, it's lid somewhere out of view as steam billows continuously from it's open top towards a dark abyss above. These vines wrap like veins along the small walls of said coffin, stretching somewhere far into the shadowy distance in every direction along the floor. A mosslike substance grows slightly atop everything here aside from Anora and the man before her. His countenance doesn't shift despite feeling as though one may have been standing here for hours. The pure ivory light beaming from his naked skin keeps finite bodily details from being analyzed. Somehow, this light isn't hard on the eyes at all. Even though one might remember a great panic clasping them in that moment, the sight of this man provides an equally calming note to circumstance. "It's been too long.. Don't worry, I feel your reason for my wake. We'll bring resolution to the affairs of you and your guardians.-" His voice would fall faint, slowly dissipating into nothingness before the vision itself would also darken. Over the course of roughly three seconds, our young woman would be pulled back into the reality of Dino's Italian Eatery.

When back in the present, Anora would feel an ominous weight against her chest. The candle between her and Pahn had begun to flicker without any breeze present. Pahn's eyes had slowly begun to assume their silvery glow. Air grew thick, heavy with that familiar presence once invoked during godly combat. Those near began to cough frantically or look about in panic, the feeling of a large beast stalking man as it's prey overtaking all of those present. Appearantly, during Anora's venture into an unknown past, Pahn had begun to swell with an aged instinct to hunt the aforementioned 'Prephlin'.

*Slap!* All at once, this sensation ended as two pale hands belonging to our celestial man rose to slam palm-first into his own features. They rotated and twisted against his face for a short moment as if he were attempting to rouse his expression from a recent nap. During this time, his posture shifted from that of a king to that of an average man, though of course once either hand lowered, human eyes could soon gaze upon smooth appearance again. His face was glazed as it had been, though it now showed exhaustion by a feint frown and falling cheeks. This was a practiced look, a way of revealing a lack of rest stretching towards lengths uncomfortable simply to imagine.

"What other questions do you have?" Pahn would quickly say. He had apparently realized what he was doing and wished to readily change the subject. Those eyes now looked upon Anora, never shifting. He was not swelling with pride this time, rather, he maintained that callous expression of fatigue in wait of new inquiry's.

Mortims Journal

- UNFINISHED POST 2 / Unrevised -

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

I know that last post had a lot of foreshadowing, I was basically establishing our first little journey or two. Both of those revealed characters will play big parts in whats to come. If you have any questions you want to ask here feel free to. Otherwise, you'll find out through your character later anyways.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

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.

"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,-" 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. "- this is what you're curious about." 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.

"I am-.." He would finally say, still allowing moments for seemingly unnecessary breath in between his words. "-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.-" He drops the menu, both hands wrapping themselves around each other near his chin whilst previous expressions change from joyful pride into painful remembrance. "...- 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." 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.

"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.." That last sentence of his was nearly wishful, lingering on a sigh that says it to be desired.

"Here are your drinks! Now, what can I get ya'?" 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 "Eh?" sound before nodding and writing something down for Pahn. "He'll have the usual, what is it you desire my dear?" 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.

-------------Somewhere deep in the void of space---------------

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

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. 'Prephlin's disgusting, no class..' The man finds himself thinking upon gazing upwards at his oddly dressed master.

"Prephlin, please, I beg-..." A gloved hand extends forward from a seat high above, shushing the younger being below.
"You should watch your head. We have lots to learn still, don't we, kiddo?" A high pitched, cartoonish voice projects itself throughout the grimy cave where these two converse.
"No, please master, I need to find his tre-" 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.
"Stop that silly talk of yours. The surface has done you no good. I'll see to it you're all right again." 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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Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Pahn found himself faintly bemused, or, perhaps enchanted by the woman hurrying about before him. These were sensations he'd spent so long away from, he could hardly tell the difference between them. How strange it is, her world being one which moves in response to those around her. The cars and street before them had rules she felt she must obey, people who's tasks may have greater importance than her own. This was not the existence Pahn inhabited. He is a being of power, a being who could rewrite all of modern society should he so desire. He hardly took to such tedious tasks, but, it is possible nonetheless.

Pahn's legs carried him at a natural pace towards the sidewalk which Anora impatiently shouted about. He silently continued to smile at her, continuing to grin in such a manner whilst turning away to guide said girl to his favored Italian establishment. He would silently act as their guide, content with his own thoughts before reaching aged metallic door.

*Ding-ding* Rustic bell chimes at our two patrons entrance. Had Anora posed any questions on their short journey here, Pahn would have nodded in response as an aged man may before taking his time to provide cryptic answers; perhaps providing the occasional 'hmm' as if what was to be said truly required thought.

"My boy!!" An old man would shout from within the kitchen before any of the presently occupied staff could attend to Anora and Pahn. Dino exits from between swinging doors that lead to where all imagined delicacies are prepared. His portly legs carry a plump figure to greet them, wildly grinning eyes leer between Pahn and his first meal guest before bearded lips enamored with an aged smile release several further words.
"I see you've brought a lady with you this time, eh?" One eye emulates a practiced wink before his bare elbow jousts Pahn several times like he was some close grandchild whom just started dating. Pahn simply chuckled and allowed his body to bounce about in response to the force, hardly minding the humor of this energetic chef.
"I'll seat you two right away!" Dino laughs aloud, slapping Pahn's upper-back with force before clasping the mans shoulder to guide them towards a quaint booth in the corner of the establishment.
"I'll bring you two bread sticks to talk over. Take your time ordering, it's on the house." Dino then rushes away towards his duties in the kitchen, presumably preparing something special for such a well-acquainted customer.

The interior here was of an atypical red and brown scheme. The lower half of all the walls in the dining area were covered in boards of waxed wood, the upper half holding red and white checkerboard designs. Pictures of this restaurants long history deck the walls between slogans over family life and meals prepared properly by love and patience. Their booths cushions were a deep-red with an orange embroidery, leading into dark brown wood paneling which appeared sturdy in its attachment to a dark-grey carpeted floor. White tile sets could be seen glistening inside the kitchen, should one sneak a peek in that direction. This place was busy, as told by the ambiance of conversation and chatter paired with clanking glasses and the occasional thud of iron cookware somewhere in the distance.

Pahn slides with one smooth motion into their booth, looking with complacency and faint joy in Anora's general direction.
"So, what is it you're curious about?" He would say, as if they had just finished watching some movie and she'd mentioned she had questions over one or two of the plot holes. Once more his aloofness reared it's head, showing itself further as he flipped casually through the menu's which had been waiting for them on their table covered in green and white checkerboard designs. Had she asked of things before this, he would have still questioned her here. Perhaps he was wishing for her to better word whatever inquiry had been posed, or perhaps he simply forgot. Regardless, it might be odd to see this luminous deity in all his majesty attracting stares at an Italian eatery of all places. How easily he had walked into normal society, the conversations with an old man and the consumption of food. What life has he lead before meeting Anora as he has today?

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

I'll be posting soon. Just finished up some big IRL stuff but now I should have the free time to write out something.

Mortims Journal

'God, not again...' I find myself thinking upon reexamining present circumstance after waking from a brief rest. This wasn't my first time in a drop-ship, though, it was a first for most of us here. My gaze lingered on the horrified expressions of my current comrades as our cabin jostles and shakes in response to explosions being set alight someone near our vehicles exterior hull. Things must have gotten pretty rough out there to rouse me like this.

I only wish my assigned team could remain calm. Terror can be witnessed gripping them tighter than the metallic braces locked against each of their panting chests. Sure, Purge Cor. wasn't a job faced with sanity. Regardless, this hardly permits terror to dictate your actions. We were getting ready to face literal nightmare army's, not the fears already gripping our minds.

"Oh god.. Oh god, why me?" Someone nearby could be heard muttering aloud between hurried prayers. There were sixteen of us lining this rooms walls, it's likely only eight of us would make it out alive. That's the fate of an emergency strike team in our suspected conditions, the strongest survive. Regrettably, the weak couldn't depart at this point, the locks beneath us already releasing several of their initial bearings.

"Drop zone red, air-support pulling out. Prepare for premature release." Over the loudspeaker our pilot could be heard summarizing present circumstance. Things are grim. If our drop zone is red than we're being put somewhere far from the designated landing coordinates due to excessive danger. This results in an extended trek to our objective and a near guarantee at finding new obstacles. If air-supports pulling out as well, then we're definitely on our own out there.

My mind races to grasp the current situation, retracing instruction whilst preparing to survive an already smoldering battlefield. We were debriefed so there shouldn't too many unaccounted variables.

Summarized, our briefing is as follows: Panzer Settlement was reported with a type-3 epidemic fully underway two days past. The dominant population was rendered into bloodthirsty ghouls almost literally overnight. These ghouls don't show any severe anomalous traits aside from the atypical enhancements to strength and senses roughly twice that of an average human. First response forces succeeded in erecting a quarantine barrier along the edge of the target settlements land before the plague could spread to any neighboring jurisdictions. My unit's here because it was determined an unnumbered amount of ghouls have retained enough operational knowledge to have directed this settlements primary weapon defenses towards our barrier. This equipment has capacities to damage the barrier, but has yet to accurately land a shot. Since this could create a breach, our current mission is to disable the equipment so no other lands suffer contamination. We need everything to hold together until a member from 'The Ivory Hand' can arrive to fully remedy this plague. You'd think something this important would demand more than the greenhorns they've given me. We must be stretched pretty thin these days.

Upon finishing my inner briefing, I once more look upwards. The four bronze walls of our current space do nothing to compliment the already faint lights provided to us inside this jostling coffin. We all wear super-alloy suits meant to mechanically enhance our combat abilities. Despite said armor coating the full exterior of each my soldiers, I can still practically smell their feverish sweat. They shake, they whisper, they prey on fears of the self that have no place on a battlefield already caked in terror.

"Release in five..-" The dim luminescence surrounding us switches from green to red, meaning we're only moments from catapulting towards the surface below.
"-four-" I take several deep breaths, the ragged panting of that same praying soldier now reverberating unto a silent audience.
"-three-" Metallic plates can be heard quickly shifting beneath each of us, ushering our hearts to throb in readiness of whats to come.
"-two-" With the shrieks of a rusted lock system, the doors beneath each of us open to the searing dawn. Powerful light now leaks freely into dim space.
"-one.-" And with that final count our metallic braces push us downwards into the open sky before releasing their grip to allow free fall towards the cataclysm below.

"HOLY SHIT!!" I hear someone scream through our open com system. I inwardly question whether he's ever sky-jumped whilst stabilizing my free fall. My eyes moves to check on him, private Bender, the first to show how scared he was to pursue our assigned duties. Shortly after seeing his trained instincts were keeping him from spinning to his death I glance to check on the others. All of us appeared to be stable, to which I'm sure is no small miracle in consideration of nearly my entire unit being struck by hyperventilation during the ride here.

*Boom!* A distant explosion rumbles overhead, the drop ship having nearly been hit by yet another explosive projectile. I scope the Earth below Whilst still in free fall to attempt at finding where this well-aimed gunfire is coming from. Even semi-intelligent ghouls aren't capable of that. We would truly be unlucky if the reinforcements had to pull out before drop due to our unit discovering this as a type-2 outbreak.

-POST 1 / Revision 1 -

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Pahn's slower pace got the better of him. Anora's intense verbalization and enthusiastic gestures had long reached completion before he'd made time between silvery lips for a proper response. In his eyes, she was utterly unknowing of the world. She flailed this way and that whilst propelling her obvious confusions in his direction. Sirens howled in the distance as she hissed about some 'home-group security-land'. She was like a child, a child telling him to beware an explanation towards some club of stuffed animals her and several other children had dubbed their 'protectors'. There was nothing but slight humor here. Danger was not present, not a threatening breeze nor an unsightly insect. This was, of course, how Pahn viewed it behind that undisturbed smile of his. He wasn't incorrect by any known logic upon the departure of his foe, though Anora wouldn't know of such things. He eventually understood her disposition upon careful consideration over current circumstance.

"Ok." Would be his reply roughly thirty seconds after the sirens had become audible. Emergency vehicle lights could practically be seen further down the road when he finally took action upon request of Anora. His lag in said event wasn't painfully slow, but, it likely took longer than anyone present had thought necessary.

Pahn raises both arms upon speaking, pressing his palms against each other over flexed chest as if suddenly delving deep in necessary prayers. *whoooooo* Faint, silvery light spills from between tightly pressed hands alongside an ambiance of sounds likened to one distant plain flying overhead. His eyes slowly shut as said noise grows in volume. Proportioned tones rise only slightly for four consecutive seconds before both eyes again reopen with an intense blueish-white luminescence. This is when the 'cleanup' commenced.

Pahn spreads both hands forward, releasing a small wave of white light that covers just the area encircling him and Anora. *Crack-rumble!* The cracks exclusively beneath their feet slowly close within a circle they alone stand upon whilst wailing sirens grow ever closer. One might think the police would have ample time to arrest their two prime suspects before all at once a wind like none before overtakes our present lands for numerous encircling miles. None of this is likely to knock Anora from her feet, but it most certainly may try.

*WHOOOOSH!!* Pure ivory mists rush from the Earth below as if clouds had suddenly acquired an ability to pass through solid matter. One massive, circular plume overtakes both Pahn and Anora at breakneck speeds, spreading upwards and outwards as quickly as it had appeared in all conceivable directions. This white mist seemed to pull damage from the Earth as it rose from each sundered surface, cracks filling, craters vanishing, buildings restored to worn workmanship faster than one could perceive said mythical mass being created. A thin and immeasurably tall wave of snowy-luminescence had stretched it's profound girth from where they stood. Sirens and all other EMT's ceased to exist with the wave, in their place stood people going about their business as if nothing had occurred. If one hadn't watched Pahn's fabricated phenomena swallow all of existence whole before dispersing itself, or if they'd taken too long to blink, they might consider that nothing had happened at all. That chaos hadn't occurred, that destruction wasn't present, that danger was far from near. The sun was shining again, and before a question could be asked, all was well inside man-made suburbia.

Pedestrians moved about their business. Feet hustle into taxi's whilst grocery bags are placed in car trunks from their departure of one nearby grocery store, 'Piggly Wiggly'. Anora would find the wound she'd recently acquired to be healed, her sleeve fabrics of an equally repaired disposition. The skyline had reacquired it's sense of normalcy, mythic spears of glowing white having taken their leave from view. Not one soul appeared to know what had just occurred aside from Pahn and Anora. In fact, they were the only two standing in the middle of a now rather busy street. How many other vast conflicts have taken place without a soul knowing if sentient creatures like Pahn exist?

*HONK!* "Get out of the way, morons!!" Someone could be heard shouting from their lowered window as the grill of their car slowly inches towards both participants to mythical combat. Pahn stands across from Anora as he was before, either hand within it's respective pocket. He still has that care-free disposition, a faint beam of pride over the person before him, and a lack of consideration for whatever it is that may be occurring around him. This angered onlooker could attempt running them over with his 2004 Chevrolet Malibu, it would make no difference to Pahn. One could say he was the only one actually standing here, and everyone else was like the wind in it's ability to be moved from place to place without ever having a thought.

"Which question would you like answered first?-" Pahn would casually inquire between the car honks that quickly encircle them. He again shows a lack of enthusiasm for everyone but Anora. They could be having this conversation in a cafe somewhere and he would likely feel equally at ease. This man, the only remaining evidence of some apocalyptic display of strength between godlike beings, would seemingly forever remain unperturbed by the world of humanity in all it's noise and bustle. "-I know a great pizza place just down the road. We could talk about all this inside." He grins, asking this obviously flustered young woman out to some restaurant as if they were just two friends needing a place to eat. His right thumb gently directs itself towards one, 'Dino's Italian Eatery'. Perhaps he didn't care for the noise of Earth, but something about the words 'pizza' seemed to light a very faint torch within him.

That previously menacing aura had all but vanished by this point. All that's left are questions and an aloof deity veering more towards having a meal than immediately dispersing information. The world Anora had stepped into was certainly exciting, but she'll quickly find it to have it's fair share of 'exotic individuals' just as any society does.

Mortims Journal

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Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Pahn was relatively consumed in thoughts over past experience. Speech and other external remedies weren't beyond him, though, he doesn't exactly move at the pace most humans see fit to thrive by. His life and words have always been proven as considerably permanent, thus giving him no real urgency with nearly all things.

'Pahnjaka!' Anora's words had pierced an amalgam of raging perceptions and broiling conclusions. All of Pahn's thoughts had just begun to swirl violently about between ivory hairs, only at the beginning of something that could have grown to be much worse than it was. 'Hmm? Oh, right.. I must attend to this.' He would slowly think, each separate feature now gradually unraveling to reveal passive contemplation. Whatever was brewing had now been given reason to halt.

*SCHLUP!* A young woman landing boot-first upon mud-clogged terrain reaches Pahn's ears during his unwind. Rage still seethes in every logical corner of his ego, only just revealing a cautious decline. He recognizes her rushing towards him whilst staring blankly at an earth being overturned by liquid in all it's natural states. 'Where the fuck did I go wrong with him..?' Was his final conclusion before being pulled from natural rhythm by small, soft hands clasping his smooth yet supernaturally hardened wrist.

Pahn's face turns to recognize Anora's own, letting go of it's demons to paint a slight smile against pale canvas when distinguishing what it is that troubles her. Those faintly luminescent eyes dance from her to where it is she stares. Crackling wires that could only harm her in this situation grow closer to being something of a threat. He knows his own immortality isn't at any risk here, but, he also knows what it is that pains those present.

"Oh, child.." He says with a tone that some grandparent might take when feeling astonished by the pure feelings of a truly treasured grandchild. Those marble arms move with quickened grace, wrapping themselves about Anora to sweep her off dirtied feet in one swift movement. She would be carried with utter ease to the edge of the crater whilst Pahn looks into the distance ahead of them. His expression is that of satisfaction, as if he were now accompanied by some relative he could only ever be proud of after many years in waiting.

Once at the edge of the crater, Anora would be placed on her own two feet. Pahn didn't look to take all named actions by rude intention. He simply desired to have the girl be more comfortable with the safety of the man before her, as if in understanding of her unnatural emotions. "We're away from harm now, correct?" He questioned, perhaps in hoping for her to validate the sanctity of current circumstance by her own means rather than his. Regardless, he'd yet to notice the drop of blood at the right-most edge of his lips. Bleeding isn't a common thing for him.

There Pahn would stand, marveling at the girl before him. She represented an age rarer to him than most all things of this universe. An age of rest, an age of being protected, an age of guardians. How she'd gotten here, he had no immediate idea. What it is she needed to become, he understood all to well. That glimmering gaze and frank expression would reveal only feelings a parent who feels nothing but delight and confidence for their child could have. She was blatantly precious to him in ways that would only make her succeed in life experience and physical power beyond reasoning. She was not to be his, but to be a protector of the convictions she's likely felt her entire life.

He wouldn't speak, being content simply to observe another facet of Earth. There was not hostility nor a need for anything in that countenance. Pahn simply looked upon Anora, as he did with many entities for countless eons past. Whatever it is she was to do likely wouldn't bother him. Those glazed eyes and one faint smile that showed a confidence in various named emotions were content with circumstance for the time being. Why should there be any rush? Both were already here, both were already in reality true.

Though his 'physical' aura had begun fading, this is the air he constantly exerts without question. Someone of existence, rather than someone of substance. A person who looked to be of different natures than most all of humanity with just two sentences and one weak expression. He doesn't need for anything, in fact, if there were a thing in need here, it would be all of the surrounding Earth. Sustenance may seek him, rather than him ever moving to seek it. Perhaps this wasn't all immediately relevant, as it is something that goes against all base human understandings. But nevertheless, when one may move past their instincts, they'll realize it all to be true. Pahn is not of Earth; One might even wonder if Earth is of him, all of it's separate lands and identities being a part of the whole that is Pahnjaka. This is, of course, a ridiculous notion. Yet still, not entirely far from the current truth of our planet. An existence so prolonged as his own may begin lending to times flow rather than taking it up or pulling from any of it's turbulent tides.