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There was a certain amount of doubt in the fisherman as he stared at Marcus. Clearly this thing was powerful. There was a certain amount of doubt regarding its actual humanity. Humans couldn't drop people with their voices. People couldn't [i]smell[/i] foreign design like that. No. That left a few options which were in no way favorable to Frederick.

He shook his head, and let out a single breathy response. "[color=662d91][i]Sure.[/i][/color]" He forced as much sarcasm as he could manage into the word, before stepping closer once again to the group. It was more than important that he maintained cover, and simply walking away didn't feel to be the best way to handle things. Whatever creature was steering this Human's carcass was clearly strong, but that could mean anything. Humans were weak. [i][color=662d91]Hell, it could even just be another Human that knows how to read a little.[/color][/i] Once he had gotten close enough to Zas and Marcus for them to hear him well enough and them he, he spoke.

"[color=662d91][i]My name is Frederick, I'm from America. Aliens are foreign things foreign to this Earth, yes? I was [b]born[/b] on this Earth, so I am native. Demons, and ancient monsters are foreign. I'm a native.[/i][/color]" That was mostly directed at this, "[i]Blackthorne,[/i]" fellow. Surely Zas might need to hear it too. 

Then, he tended to Zas's own statements. 

"[i][color=662d91]The people at home are all dead. Whatever hero you're used to fighting, is dead. The people at home have no preference at the moment, but survival. My second point: I'm fully on your side. I want nothing to do with any reclamation project. [b]At the moment.[/b] Just be certain that your reasons are the right one. I can't think of a hero that did survive the initial event.[/color][/i]." With that bit done, he wanted to give himself an out. Finalize his excuse for the energy that Blackthorne had felt.

"[i][color=662d91]And, Wizard. Whatever you may be. The Word-And-The-Will. Whatever power you have,"[/color][/i] He gave Marcus his full attention. At this distance it was surely a thick energy about him, "[i][color=662d91]I don't know what it is you're feeling. Could be just about anything. I'll tell you this, though: Back before things went to hell, I took up under a small-time hero. Once she taught me the magic she was doing, I used it against her and sold her and her family into human trafficking. I kept using the magic she taught me and using the books she left behind. That's probably all it is.[/color][/i]"

Meanwhile, his favorite robot was running. 

That was fine. 

He had an idea. Once this conversation was over, he'd find a private place to enact his plan.