[center] [h1][center][color=royalblue]Rufus[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center] By ear alone Rufus could tell the forest was certainly lively today, and it brought him no end of amusement to distinguish it was the DHA cause the more widespread devastation. It was a crying shame about all the trees they were burning down amidst the cry of a rampant motorcycle, the police cordon that was inevitably going to section off this swathe of woodland was going to really hamper people's enjoyment of the walking path. All those romantic walks between couples and stress relieving excursions of Japanese crumbling under the pressure of constant work in a cold, hard, unfeeling city would now go up in smoke for weeks. How such simple, short sighted actions could cascade outwards to bring forth misery never fail to bring a spring to Rufus' step even as he hobbled around, back bent steeply to pick out the singing fragments of rock. There was the echo of a tune wanting to work itself from his lips in response, but he swallowed it and offered them a cheery hum instead. It rather dramatically rose in pitch as her found himself confronted by an unfamiliar demon that had his eyes crossing taking her in. His eyes lied to him, but then, all eyes lie and take in the world as an inverted picture the brain had to flip in real time. Such was the same for demons as it was humans when they chose the same foolish ocular orbs. [color=royalblue]"I see a kindred spirit, though your tastes would appear to be far more refined then my own. A shame you deprive yourself the full experience, but I won't be getting into any fancy restaurants myself either."[/color] Rufus straightened his back, flicking back his hood to favor her with a rakish grin as he rolled a dirt laden stone in his palm. [color=royalblue]"Ah, but to answer your question, I collect them because they ask me to, as a child cries for an adult to help them when they have neither the hands to grasp or the mind to know the world around them. These stones are as seeds, waiting to bloom in fertile soil and birth with remarkable potential new life."[/color] [color=royalblue]"I'm quite curious to see what comes of that potential, yet by the racket getting closer, I do not think those guys and gals at the DHA share my views. Nasty lot they are. Don't suppose you'd like to help me keep these rocks from their hands?"[/color] He said, turning towards the coming clamor of mortals and contractors, his hood pulled up once more to mask his face and his hand outstretched. A portal formed along the ground, passing over grass and root like a smear of reflective paint, yet it zipped about and swallowed the precious rocks without issue wherever his fingers directed to clear them from the coming conflict.