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Anna ([@wxps350]), Ivory ([@Anza])[/b][hr]
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Hmm...

The constant rhythmic tapping of a pencil reverberated through his hollow skull as he stared at the notes all meticulously dotting the page. The red orbs hovered, scouring the vicinity and absorbing the information before the scratching continued across the parchment. It was no different than an artist utilizing their own style, with this one detailing every step, every article of clothing, bags, shapes of their face, body, actions, reactions, sounds, and more with each passing word.

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The sound of paper flapped through the air, changing from one page to another as the furious scribbling continued. This repeated for a couple of minutes, detailing every single event, from the... "minor" interaction he undertook with the man by him, to watching the outrage of the Nomads and possibly anyone else who came to watch the tournament, to those who had a brief reverie at a particular restaurants bar in the airport... The Brethren's Rest he believed it was called.

The skeleton man chuckled; it was a hollow, airy one at that as his head slowly peaked away from the parchment, before going to scan the area. He would smile if he could, but the closest he could get was rattling his bones... this was a melting pot of cultures, at least for one day.

So much to study, so much to do! He could do this all d-

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... day. Right, he also had to do... [i]that.[/i]

And those fellows were that dour reminder. As much as he would love to... there were his other duties he shan't disregard. Shutting the book with a resounding pap, only heard by him and him alone, Aldous delicately set the notebook on his lap before extending a bony arm to the right. Slowly, a small, pale sphere of spectral light formed from the palm of that hand.

Wisps of ethereal energy whipped about as the basis of a skeleton began to silently form, not drawing a whole lot of looks, aside from the occasional child pointing absent mindedly to an almost frightened stare that he was certain came from a tourist. Once it was completely made, it rested on the seat, awaiting whatever orders their master gave it.

Aldous brushed off the notebook before placing it under him... and pulling out the numerous notebooks that were resting beneath. Scooping them up, he placed them in the arms of the skeleton, who held onto them with dear life before rising up and excitedly clattered away after Aldous shooed it off.

Scratching the side of his mandible, he too followed, rising up, but heading in the completely opposite direction. While his servant rushed off out of the airport, he continued in, going deeper than ever before. Aldous' red orbs were completely focused on the hooded figures, especially the... new one who joined them, but however, he couldn't disregard the bar he was eyeing a couple of minutes earlier.

However, the way his body traipsed told a different story as he approached a set of two young women, both looking to be in their early 20's and both being Nomad's based on their ki... that and the blonde one attempted to instigate a fight amongst the crowds, something he especially took note of.

[color=662d91]"Ah, pardon me if I'm being so intrusive ladies,"[/color] the robed bones rapped and tapped together as the necromancer gave the duo a short bow and a tip of his crown as his fingers slipped it over his eyes for a brief second before pushing it back into place. Once firmly back on his head, the crown revealed the floating crimson orbs where normal eye sockets would be as they stared contently at the two.

[color=662d91]"I am Aldous Mercer, a Cultural Anthropologist, studying the different sorts of Nomads and people who come through Zun almost every day,"[/color] he placed a hand to his chest as he patted one of his at his rib-cage.

[color=662d91]"However, I know naught of everything, especially those robed fellows... they're part of a rather inclusive cult here in Zun and peculiarly, only those that lack a trace of mythical blood, or well, have a pulse,"[/color] that same hand rose, now pointing at the hooded figures scurrying after what looked to be some airport passengers before continuing to rattle on, bones and all.

[color=662d91]"I wish to learn more... is it plausible you two could provide adequate assistance in my endeavors?"[/color]