Sitting down to dinner, Ozzy ate like... well a bird. He hardly even gave the meal provided any focus as he just had so many new potential friends to talk to.
And all of them had stories. Such wonderful stories. He had to be sure to record them in his journal later. There was hardly room to suddenly have him prop up a book and start scribbling away. He'd done that in the past and most people found it a little awkward. He'd have to resist for the time being.
@Lmpkio (Morgan)
It was hard to size up Morgan. She carried the disposition of a child, apple juice, size, and the fact that she couldn't seem to sit still, but the be trained in medicine, maybe she was a child genius. Maybe she was an evolutionary marvel that would bring the mothman sub-species into prominence. The fact that she was trained by her own people led to far far more questions. Could the studies been wrong?
He had not yet suspected her mythical nature as it was not brought up in the open yet. Ozzy seemed a bit off how he tried to respond, his feathery eyebrows, and head cocking on occasion in the pauses between sentences and responses, more akin to trying to keep from blurting out inappropriate questions. Still her personality type was almost infectious, maybe even similar to his own. He is also a man of the sciences that happens to still hold the childlike wonder.
Besides she stated what he was thinking, everyone despite their difference was really kind. He replied with an exuberant. "I know right! This guild seems like it's exactly what I'm looking for. Seeing how everyone works together. It could be a real booster shot to my research!"
Taking it off of whether she should stay here, Ozzy did realize that would be another little factor to consider. His smile looked nervous."The place looks big enough but I've no idea how many members." He took a quick male to female count and realized the disparity. Talking about her he perked up. "I don't doubt you'll probably get your pick of the rooms. A Doctor needs her infirmary after all." Talking about himself, he got a bit reserved. "For me, it'd be Master Barts call. I'd hate to get in the way. Maybe Magnus wouldn't mind a roommate. Or Bart or Neil. Worse case is that I camp on the roof." He shrugs, finding the silliness of it all.
She continued, giving him a bit more tidbits of herself. He nodded, his big eyes seeming to gleam a bit when she mentioned her clan and expertise. "A culture of traditions." He said, his mind putting the info into categories to get a mental image. "Apothecary. So you're more of an herb, chemistry, and magic type doctor." Phrasing it as a comment, and a question for her to correct him if needed.
However her body language went dour, and Ozzy understood the connotation. He wanted to ask questions but not realized he had to give it a light touch, since he was the one who dredge up the memories. His smile faded as she looked a little down but with a tilt of his head, a softening of his voice and features. He looked away from her smiling serenely to himself. Maybe coming from his own place.
"Yeah. How proud they'd be." He said gently. "Healing folks. Helping strangers. Bringing smiles. Not to mention eyes that literally light up the room. I've never heard of a Mothman, or many people actually, ever doing anything so, well... wonderful."
@The Irish Tree (Nephele)
It was Nephele that continued the conversation breaking the tension for the two of them. Ozzy chirped back to their direction, looking at her with a big grin. Another fascinating individual to learn more about, and he hoped listening in might be a bit of a fun little observation and info gathering. He bided his time to join in.
Prior to dinner, Ozzy almost squealed at Nephele's self identification. "CAhhh! I knew it!" The little exclamation had an odd bird quality to it. "Dragons have had such a huge impact on history and cultures that if dragons were to willfully join into modern societies, the implications are unfathomable! Imagine if a dragon became a city's mayor or lord? Economic progress, intellectual resources, and local security could be heightened by at least ten fold merely as part innate territorial psychology!"
Nephele continued to talk about how she wasn't quite alone. Ozzy's smile faded and he seemed to simply just stagger for a second as if drunk. He seemed in his own world. "There's more then - one? This place is a researcher's dream!" He cupped his hands in prayer and seemed to space out for a moment. That was when dinner started snapping him back to reality.
@Restalaan (YANG)
Continuing to be engrossed in conversation with Yang as dinner began.
He noted her humility. "You know what they say. Always a student." Meaning even a master recognizes there's much to learn.
She mentioned her journey and he nodded excitedly. "I've got a map! We should compare notes! I've been some places I couldn't think more highly of!" Treating her a bit like a tourist like him. "The nature. The history. The festivals!" He swooned. "Even the demon realm's got some fun spots... but mind the locals." he added.
She explained her temple and he nodded, snapping his fingers. "Ahh, so despite the focus on propriety, respect, martial prowess is something still to be strived for? I guess that's not so different from here." He listened to her talk about the master. He clapped his hands lightly when she proclaimed loudly the prowess of her master. "Sounds awesome, but also sounds kind of rough. I mean you're trying to just teach students and get better yourself and suddenly people out of the blue just want to fight you? Are they going to teach if they succeed? It doesn't make sense to me."
He folded his arms and closed his eyes trying to think of the reasoning. Maybe it was just the culture.
"I guess there is the need for competition. I wonder if the same thing would happen here? Maybe your White Temple should expand." He grinned, thinking it would be a fun idea. "White Temple, Pravar Chapter." he announced with a wave of his hands. "Actually those fighting tournaments would be a very good outlet." Better than those super violent coliseums.
He directed his question back at her his hands cupped in his lap. "You said you were questing to increase your martial arts techniques. If you don't mind me asking, how does that work? Are you like the wondering hero? The beast hunter? The paragon of justice!" Despite the silly titles, he did make each sound pretty epic.
