Aleph Banton
"..."
...and yet, he had not been able to let go of his childish game for the majority of his life. How many people had he troubled with his immature behavior? How many friends could he had made were it not for his eccentricity? He was sure that the number by now was uncountable, that he had missed more opportunities than he had spent alive in seconds. And he had nobody to blame but himself.
"I said I'm fi--" Aleph's voice rose to almost a shout in an instant, but he had caught himself just as fast when he came to realize the person speaking to him was not the same nameless waitress from before. He immediately felt guilty. Even if it was that same girl, he should not be yelling.
After all, they were sparing the effort to be concerned about someone like him.
"Oh... I apologize for that. I don't... well, I'm not quite in the right state of mind currently." Aleph found it rather hard to speak his mind right now. Confidence had certainly never been an issue with the man until now, so it was strange to find it difficult to form the sentences he wanted right away like he was used to.
Aleph attempted to give the horned stranger a firm handshake, but it came out a bit weaker than intended.
He was about half-sure this guy was here to take him to hell or some equivalent, but what use would there be in fighting it? Whether it was good luck or bad luck that this man showed up, Aleph would at least be kind enough not the refuse such a generous offer.
"A pint may be just what I need. I'll take you up on that." Aleph did not particularly care for any kind of booze, but that could likely be attributed to the fact that getting drunk was a lot more enjoyable when you had people to get drunk with, which Aleph sorely lacked. And besides, a hero did not have such a luxury. Getting drunk impaired your ability to fight! What if a demon attacked while he was vulnerable?
Well... he wasn't actually a hero. He was just some nobody, so it was probably fine if he let loose now.
The same waitress from before had shown up very shortly looking brilliantly bright in comparison to Aleph's dark gloom. Aleph ordered, and then presumably his new acquaintance did too, before she left the table.
"Ah, I should introduce myself since you were so kind. I'm Aleph Banton, the-... Well, just Aleph would be fine." introducing himself as a hero had become such a habit to him that it was going to be hard to shake off. He would need to watch that in the future so that he did not give anybody the wrong impression that he was strong or useful.
"If that's how I look, then I guess it's not too far from the truth." "It don't give a shite what time it is, ale or mead, to the brim!"Aleph briefly looked over towards the shouting woman before turning back to this Olipher fellow.
"Guess I am not the only one who could use a drink." he gave a small and forced laugh.
Conversation was a bit too difficult for Aleph to start right now, as the world "useless" repeatedly assaulted him from inside his own mind.
Things certainly did escalate rather quickly last night. From offering his help to a stranger who managed not to become obsessed with him to watching people fight each other for literally no reason, one could safely say that yesterday was... exhausting. That is why he immediately fell asleep in a chair in the corner of the room he had been instructed to lay Aya in, as she was the second girl he had been made to put to bed. With no energy left to even leave the room, he recalled slumping down in a chair and just dozing off.
So naturally, he was awoken by the knocking on the door.
Even in his sleep, his divine blessing was active. If Aya had not seen him when she woke up and searched the room, it was likely because he looked just like The Thinker statue, or part of the scenery. That was just how aesthetically pleasing he was. But, likely as he began to wake and stir, she might have noticed him in the corner as he stood up and stretched, fabulously, approaching the door just before Dante himself could open it. Perhaps he would have been startled by the door suddenly opening and even stumbled forwards and fell. But if that were the case, all he would be stopped by the chest of one fabulous man known as Heinrich, who was acting as a wall of sorts.
"You're both terribly lucky that Celestia did not put you six feet under." he sternly told both of them while glaring at Dante. He could at least realize that Vesta wasn't somebody to piss off, and Aya was taunting someone who was trying to kill her. Perhaps he was worried? That wasn't like him, but normally he shouldn't even care about two strangers. It was a... strange feeling.
Whether Dante stepped out of Heinrich's way or he was simply pushed out of it by Heinrich, the fabulous man fabulously took his leave in search of the master of the house. He did believe he should thank the woman for allowing him to stay the night, even if he never did lead her to that establishment she had wanted to go to.
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