[center][color=red][h1][i]~ALASTOR~[/i][/h1][/color][/center]
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A low growl welled up within Alastor's throat as he made his way into the brightly lit building, the unidentifiable smells emanating from the back of the establishment making his mouth water and stomach grumble. [i]"That must be the food these humans rave about constantly."[/i] Alastor mused as he made his way through the small crowd and moved towards the front counter. Leaning his cane on the divider, the Laizu gazed up at the electronic screens displaying the vast selection of food they had for sale.

Well vast in Alastor's mind anyway. Being native to a plane of existence where chaotic energy was his primary source of food, the former Umbral Lord simply didn't understand why the inhabitants of this world needed so much choice in what they ate. Was it simply because they were picky or indecisive? Either way, the sheer amount of foreign and alien things on the menu he could choose to eat was not only somewhat daunting, especially to a being out of his element such as himself, but very irritating as well.

"Can I help you sir?"

Alastor jumped involuntarily as a somewhat higher pitched male voice disrupted his thoughts, breaking his concentration. Shifting his gaze from the menus to the owner of the voice; a rather heavy-set tan skinned man with stubble covered cheeks, green eyes, and short brown hair done up in a spiked fashion, Alastor cleared his throat and did his best to articulate an accurate request for what he wanted.

"Um yes, I was wondering if I could get some... how do you say... food?" Alastor asked, stuttering in spite of himself. Looked like this human prison of his would be more problematic then he had originally anticipated.

"Uh... alright." The cashier said, taking notice of the strange manner with which the man standing before him spoke. "You can have whatever you like from the menus there-" He gestures to them with his left hand. "-if you can pay for it that is."

"Pay?" Alastor asked, quite clearly confused. "I'm not sure what you mean." Back in his home, back in Chaazim, his people didn't have an economy. At least, not in the way humans do. Rather than using material wealth or resources, his peoples realm ran off of the concept of power and influence. Those with the least power and influence, the Lowborn or common folk, were at the bottom of the Laizu pecking order, while the Umbral Lords, beings who could reshape the portions of Chaazim they ruled over on a whim, were at the very top.

"You're joking right?" The man asked, staring at Alastor blankly.

The Laizu simply stared right back, a completely serious expression on his face.

"Look..." The man began, letting out an exhausted sigh. "I don't get paid enough to deal with this kind of shit. I don't know what your problem is buddy, wether you're on drugs or have some kind of mental issue, but I don't feel like dealing with it tonight. Now, I'm going to have to ask you to step aside the people behind you can actually order." He said in an aggravated manner, pointing to the line that had formed behind Alastor during their conversation.

The Laizu's eyes flashed a brighter shade of violet for a moment before dying down to a barely noticeable glow as Alastor did his best to keep his new emotions in check. If this were his home plane, he'd have this fool flayed alive for his impudence. But this was not his home and he had no such power or authority here. And causing a scene would most likely only hinder his efforts rather than aiding them.

"Fine." He said tersely, grabbing his cane and tucking it up under his arm. "Have it your way." Turning away from the counter, Alastor stalked back towards the main entrance, his teeth clenched in frustration. Not only did he need to get back to Chaazim somehow, but now he had to find another way to get food as well.