ISAR
Arm yourself
He ought to be more worried, he supposed. But for all that the messages erupting in his ears were startling, Isar couldn't help a certain enjoyment of the sometimes hilarious mess this Vox fellow made of mortal bodies, concepts and traditions.
Out of everyone that gathered at the beach this day, he was one of the few who spent more time browsing the stand instead of the vendor. Sure, he was unsettling to look at. But so was the half-fish guy that screamed about food from the edge of the water, and no doubt someone else might be staring in horror at his own sharp teeth and curling horns.
Glancing askance at the pretty girl that came to argue about permits, Isar kept his hands behind the back and peered curiously at the brick-a-brack Vox had brought.
"Which of these would you say is the most interesting?" he asked mildly, like he was shopping for some innocuous trinket rather than from the booth of some eldritch creature.
Out of everyone that gathered at the beach this day, he was one of the few who spent more time browsing the stand instead of the vendor. Sure, he was unsettling to look at. But so was the half-fish guy that screamed about food from the edge of the water, and no doubt someone else might be staring in horror at his own sharp teeth and curling horns.
Glancing askance at the pretty girl that came to argue about permits, Isar kept his hands behind the back and peered curiously at the brick-a-brack Vox had brought.
"Which of these would you say is the most interesting?" he asked mildly, like he was shopping for some innocuous trinket rather than from the booth of some eldritch creature.
Because no one else here will save you
