a walk in the dark (open)

Loren not afraid to use every trick in the book When the strange woman called him an Axion, Loren paused. He’d been a lot of things over the course of his life—what with the whole being shuffled off to multiple worlds thing—but he couldn’t say he’d heard that one before. “Uh...no?” He was also unfamiliar with the word human, but apparently they couldn’t do magic. He stored that away for later. “I’m an Abandoned.” Every time Loren said the name of the race, he felt even worse about himself; who were these gods to decide who was and was not worthy. But again, a problem for another day. Despite being a weirdo, she seemed nice enough. “O-okay, An- I mean, Skruffles.” Odd name, but then again his own name wasn’t exactly common. Glancing around at the darkness, Loren wondered how long he’d have to talk to her before he could politely leave. “So...what brings you out here Skruffles?” Getting her talking seemed much better than actually speaking; Loren had been doing more than enough talking lately.