[center][h1][color=lightslategray]Ceiran Strivelyn[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

Ceiran studied his surroundings while the others chatted. Only, he didn't study them with his eyes. He breathed in, and felt his energy rise from its dormancy. He held his hands about 15 centimeters apart, and allows his energy to flow from his gut into this empty space. To the others it would look like a marbled grey plasma, shifting in the air to form a sphere. He poured his desires into it, giving it purpose, and it began to float gently up, before rapidly expanding. It covers everything, filling all orifices with its chilling dominion.

As it swelled Ceiran felt his perception expanding. He could feel the surrounding area very similarly to how you feel what is in your personal space. In an instant, Ceiran felt everything he'd expected to. The others, the surrounding buildings, myriad insects. He felt something strange too. It was coming from a nearby building, and felt like a looming danger. His concentration broke, and his sensory bubble popped, leaving no trace. [color=lightslategray]"Uh, guys? There's someth--"[/color] 

[b][i]CLANG[/i][/b]

It seems he didn't have to finish his sentence, so he started a new one, [color=lightslategray]"Yeah, it's in there. I really don't think that going in through the front door is a good idea. We don't know what we're up against."[/color] He looks to Roland, then to Circe, and continues with slightly more careful words, [color=lightslategray]"Maybe Circe can find out? Shift into some kind of mouse or something?"[/color]

He strongly disliked endangering one of their lives like that, but it was all he felt he could contribute at the moment. Apart from burning the warehouse down, but he doubted that anyone else would be in favour of such a drastic action. Ceiran felt that in this case the ends did justify the means though.

The cold air began to chisel at his fingertips, so he buttoned his coat up in a mildly effective ploy to warm himself up. The desolate surroundings were the kind of places he loved. He reached into his bag and pulled out a muesli bar, eating out of habit. Also it'd be rather unfortunate to Twitch uncontrollably in a fight. He could manage himself if he initiated the Twitching, but it was much less easy to control if he'd forgotten to eat. He mentally poked the Demon, asking for information but only receiving chuckles. Of course it wouldn't give something for nothing, but Ceiran continues to give nothing.