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The shells of Keepa's eyes rotated inwards, slightly as the watched the figure come about themselves. They went about explaining themselves, an expression which settled with the demon in a strange way. Fluctuating their brows to express hesitant concern, Keepa lifted his hands to the figure's shoulder region before pulling back, remembering the...not which was the figure who showed no reminisce of a pulse of any sort. So detached, there was nothing for Keepa to cling to. The lack of sensation left a bad taste in his mouth. ~~~ "My, that sounds like an unfortunate hand you've been delt" I say with a small chuckling inflection, relieved that what, or from what he said, 'who', was at least in control of themselves. "Thankfully none of the damage...ehh" I started, unsure how to reassure him in regards to the damage he'd done. So much damage had been done with the needless outbursts of the demons; the loss calculated in both blood and gold...there would be so much sadness caused by today's events and for what? "Well, I suppose its best not to dwell on what you couldn't control. If only others were as fortunate as to have the ability to simply come back. Hm~" My words coming with genuine disappointment as I broke character, seeing no reason to deceive something I couldn't make a gain from. His comment on the other demon reminded me of the situation. I was weaker then when I had started, thanks to the flames. In that, there were many reasons to hate my new associate...and the numbers seemed to stack up by the minute. 3:05 and 9:50...9:51. I have to remember to synchronize the hands. "We should" I muse as I turn to trot back down the ally I had hid in, checking my clothes to make sure they had reformed the way I liked them, even down to the slight heel of the boots which echoed light clicks with each step. ~~~~~~~~~ Emerging from the other side, Keepa was almost run over by a guard who was running in the direction of the event. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. You should get to safety! There are reports of a demon in the vicinity!" he says in urgency, looking down the street as the sounds of screams of his fellow soldiers robbed him of the last of his resolve. He turned back to Keepa, "Uhh, let me get you to the garrison, it'll be safe there" taking their arm and starting to drag them off down the street. "I- I should be fine, sir. I-" Keepa tried to explain, looking back at their nameless friend with a 'what do I do?' expression. The guard hadn't even noticed Azous, more concerned about finding an excuse to not be slaughtered like the rest.

I pulled myself to my feet checking my watch at to best judge how much time I had before sunset. There was no watch...not now, at least. I wanted it more than you would think. I've never owned a watch before, and the sight of my old crystalline hand with the watches still on its wrist tempted me. I didn't want to make a go for it, the fight with...whoever the monster was that still continued to terrorize the all of not my problem being one of the dumbest things I had done in a very long time; picking fights with demons was a silly uphill battle which would only cost me my newfound freedom. Still...the other one was gone, I think? A faint sense of familiarity resonated with the now sleeping form. I wasn't about to excuse the possibility of a shape-shifter, and it was laying right next to my arm...my watches. Ugh~ ~~~~~~~~~ Keepa hesitated, peeking out at the carnage the other demon was wreaking upon the armored humans. A distraction enough, he darted out in his human form; the energy still processing, too weak from the fire spell to manage anything more. Quickly, he filched the decorative wristwear, glancing to the sleeping figure with psuedo-contemptful apathy, well aware of the events of less than a minute ago. Still, having managed the last fastening of the second watch, he looked back, imagining it might not be too unseemly for someone to... ~~~~~~~~~ What am I doing...he just attacked me. While I was trying to help, no less! I should just drain him dry and be done with it. Still, an answer would be nice. Attempting to do...well...anything with the figure proved fruitless as I couldn't even grasp them. I suppose my questions for the nameless ones would go unanswered. They disgusted me, being such a thorn in my side and, when it mattered, the only one of potential use reverting to such a vulnerable state. Wasting My Time... I slapped myself on my facecheeks with both hands to focus myself. 3:05 and 9:50...I shook my head lightly, doing my best to wake them as gently as reasonably possible while leaning over them. "Sir? Are you alright, sir?" I softly chirped, my expressions settling to genuine concern as I did what I could to rouse them from whatever slumber that had taken the fool. If they did not immediately wake, I would simply wash my hands of the issue.

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