[center][color=#DF7401]Ziton[/color]&[color=steelblue]Baqar[/color][/center]

For his first time meeting humans Ziton found them to be quite troublesome. They reminded him of seraphim, but without the wings and more reliant on their worlds technologies. If only they had to deal with the constant threat of rogue parties and dragons to boot. Though this situation was due to a single rogue, Leo the [i]2nd[/i] mathematician. Mathematician? Ziton's thoughts was reminded of a few who might also fit that description from his world. But none seemed to be directly involved in such things as this Leo fellow. Ziton found this man to be intriguing. What was to be gained? Curiosity began to settle into him as he listened. Attempting to focus on the details presented for anything that would lead him closer to what he sought. 

Baqar listened intently as well, feeling as though this was something of great importance. He learned that he too could have a keyblade if only he had a strong enough heart. This made him turn to Ziton who he felt had a very strong heart and wondered if he would realize this and get one of his own. The smile on Ziton's face told what was on his mind. It was only a matter of time before he began dismantling this into a way to achieve more power. This made Baqar shudder to think about.

Ziton moves begins to speak. [color=#DF7401]"If the goal is no mass loss of life why not just kill this Leo fellow, immediately. The issue seems to be you can't kill him. He's too strong for you. Be it force or skill he has you beat!"[/color] Ziton gave a cocky smile that cocked his head back and allowed his red and yellow eyes to be seen, piercing with their feint glow. [color=#DF7401]"I can find anything, if you need that heartless of Ascot then I'm game."[/color] As others have already indirectly stated, Ziton is from another world. He doesn't care for the subtle ways of important people. He was a wanted man back home whether he saved the multiverse or not. 

Baqar tried to not interject and remain calm through this ordeal. He was getting used to his trainers outbursts. [color=steelblue]"Maybe tone it down a bit will ya?"[/color] He pleaded. Ziton gave him a sharp glare before turning back to the nobody of Ascot. Then the questioned was asked by one of the last fellows to enter. A being of strange origin but appeared to be replicating a human. If they indeed wore black coats that would be very reminiscent of a cult. [color=#DF7401]"Are we dealing with goddamn cultists here?"[/color] He chuckled at the thought.

Regardless he found himself itching to get his hands on a keyblade. It seemed he didn't have to steal one after all, for that he was thankful. His goals could lay else where. The others here could offer gateways to even more riches he could plunder. His side eye took in notice of Lucas's weapon. He also took notice of the strange magic capsule Alex made use of. Descendants were wizards at reverse engineering. Ziton's own weapon that sat holstered on his right hip was a testament to that.