Alistair had continued his examination when he turned at the large man who had taken a passing interest in his current position.
Brows furrowed curiously at the look of the gentleman, not recognizing him from Northhaven...perhaps a native to these lands? Wouldn't that be something. Someone with possible answers.
Alistair slipped the mask back on as he allowed the man to separate himself from Alistair before he stood and began to follow. The mask slipped on merely being precaution should he prove less than friendly.
There was something about masks wasn't there? Often times we find ourselves becoming the face we wear, finding comfort in the concealment.
Such was the case with Alistair. He quietly stepped closer behind @Deimos with a smirk beneath his mask. His chest huffed out and shoulders lifted to mock his bulky strides.
Had Deimos felt a presence behind him and turned, he would likely catch Alistair mid-mocking stride to which he would freeze in said position for a beat before suddenly offering a wave.
[Say]"Hi."[/say]
Would call a voice through the mask with a singular wave of greeting before his body seemingly distorted and disappeared before he called out from his new position, sitting on an extinguished street lantern.
[Say]"You look like the friendly sort."[/say]
Alistair called out with a masked tilt of his head as he observed the man, before nodding.
[Say]"Mmhmm...friendly. I have a good sense of these things you see. It's a sixth sense with people. Like magic or something."[/say]
His fingers lifted, pointed and wiggled toward Deimos as if zapping him with imaginary pulses of energy.
[Say]"Alistair."[/say]
He chimed, placing a hand over his chest. Gesturing with his hand for Deimos to do the same.
Brows furrowed curiously at the look of the gentleman, not recognizing him from Northhaven...perhaps a native to these lands? Wouldn't that be something. Someone with possible answers.
Alistair slipped the mask back on as he allowed the man to separate himself from Alistair before he stood and began to follow. The mask slipped on merely being precaution should he prove less than friendly.
There was something about masks wasn't there? Often times we find ourselves becoming the face we wear, finding comfort in the concealment.
Such was the case with Alistair. He quietly stepped closer behind @Deimos with a smirk beneath his mask. His chest huffed out and shoulders lifted to mock his bulky strides.
Had Deimos felt a presence behind him and turned, he would likely catch Alistair mid-mocking stride to which he would freeze in said position for a beat before suddenly offering a wave.
[Say]"Hi."[/say]
Would call a voice through the mask with a singular wave of greeting before his body seemingly distorted and disappeared before he called out from his new position, sitting on an extinguished street lantern.
[Say]"You look like the friendly sort."[/say]
Alistair called out with a masked tilt of his head as he observed the man, before nodding.
[Say]"Mmhmm...friendly. I have a good sense of these things you see. It's a sixth sense with people. Like magic or something."[/say]
His fingers lifted, pointed and wiggled toward Deimos as if zapping him with imaginary pulses of energy.
[Say]"Alistair."[/say]
He chimed, placing a hand over his chest. Gesturing with his hand for Deimos to do the same.
