[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GfzOIB8.png[/img] [img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjYwLjBlM2ZhYS5UMkpsYmlCR1lYUmxjdywsLjAAAAAA/zorgeous.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr][right][color=0A638A][b]Dungeon Entrance[/b] [sub][/sub][/color][/right][hr] [indent]Oben stood near the rest of the party, his own anxieties beginning to surface. If not for the obsidian skull concealing his eyes and features, it would've been noticeable. Instead, however, no one could see the truth. His deepest fears, the inky darkness that was his past, the void that kept him at arms length of most everyone. All they could see was the timid smile plastered beneath the front row teeth of the mask. He had opted to keep to himself this morning, after he had purposely made a fool of himself the night before, it was probably better to exercise some control, else the others may think him a jester of sorts. He pulled the sleeves of his black jacket over his wrist. The only real uniqueness to his black clothing, shirt and trousers, leather boots buckled which were high and tight, was the dirtied fur that lined its collar. Tyche had believed that his armor would be worth something, so they visited the market earlier in the morning to gather some funds. It was best to save up as much as possible. He would have to make due with what he started off with all those years ago. Tyche assured him that his skills would make up for his lack of armor. Still it was tough departing with it. The others looked to be getting along with one another, which made him tilt his head ever so slightly at the party. He honestly didn't get it, interacting with one's Familia was one thing; they were practically family, a unit completely devoted to one another. But this black-kettle of crudely thrown together ingredients was far less. His brows crinkled together behind the mask and after much consideration he decided to observe everyone more closely from there on. Oben took a step forward, nearing the rest of crew. He took a calculated pause at the cat-girl, allowing his intrigue from last night to pour out of him. He shimmed in his clothes a tad before forcing it all down. Outwardly he gulped before placing a hand on the back of his head and directing his voice towards Dahlia. Oben started to reach up and clasp the tall man's shoulder but decided not to at the last minute. [color=0A638A][b]"This should be too fun,"[/b][/color] he cheered, a warm smile visible. [color=0A638A][b]"Going down into the dungeon with a party of awesome people, oh man, I'm getting way excited now. Let's hurry."[/b][/color] Oben fisted the air as he marched into the Dungeon, iron nodachi swaying on his left-side as he did.[/indent]