[ Sebastian hadn’t been thrilled about this situation in the first place, but having descended to the roots and met the wrath of one very much grudge-bearing centaur… He’s a bit more on edge. Not unfairly, considering the encounter with Hayame had left him with one less eye in the encounter. A fair trade, perhaps, but only when you have Hayame’s point of view that they weren’t “even” in the first place.
But they’ve had a few days at this point, and Sebastian had decided to repay that grudge more slyly, only as a demon might. Here in the roots with a game of claiming an Oracle afoot, that means winning, obviously. So, he’s been seeking out targets. It’s largely those of weaker wills that he’s absolutely certain he can tilt towards Zenith, but… There are unknowns too. He doesn’t know every person here.
It’s how his attention had come to Gamora, though his continued attention was at least not that at all. For better or for worse, he’s very earnestly interested in those that aren’t human, though… He’s still trying to figure that part out. There’s the green skin, obviously, but maybe there’s a world out there where humans just have green skin? Though he keeps stealing glances to try and get a better look at the markings on her face, to see if they ring as familiar to him, but— ]
Ah— Dear me…
[ But he’s caught, since even trying to not be obvious, she’s attentive, clearly. It’s good to know, for her unfamiliarity hardly excludes her from his plans. In the space of Communion, it’s a blush of embarrassment and even meekness that’s reflected in how he holds his hands up disarmingly. ]
No, I was being rude… Do pardon me. I- Well, not want, precisely… [ He coughs into a gloved hand as if to diffuse some of the tension he personally feels, then gives her a sheepish nod as he gestures to his own face to mean hers. ] The marks are striking. I have seen nothing like it, so it caught my curiosity. Clumsily, clearly.
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But they’ve had a few days at this point, and Sebastian had decided to repay that grudge more slyly, only as a demon might. Here in the roots with a game of claiming an Oracle afoot, that means winning, obviously. So, he’s been seeking out targets. It’s largely those of weaker wills that he’s absolutely certain he can tilt towards Zenith, but… There are unknowns too. He doesn’t know every person here.
It’s how his attention had come to Gamora, though his continued attention was at least not that at all. For better or for worse, he’s very earnestly interested in those that aren’t human, though… He’s still trying to figure that part out. There’s the green skin, obviously, but maybe there’s a world out there where humans just have green skin? Though he keeps stealing glances to try and get a better look at the markings on her face, to see if they ring as familiar to him, but— ]
Ah— Dear me…
[ But he’s caught, since even trying to not be obvious, she’s attentive, clearly. It’s good to know, for her unfamiliarity hardly excludes her from his plans. In the space of Communion, it’s a blush of embarrassment and even meekness that’s reflected in how he holds his hands up disarmingly. ]
No, I was being rude… Do pardon me. I- Well, not want, precisely… [ He coughs into a gloved hand as if to diffuse some of the tension he personally feels, then gives her a sheepish nod as he gestures to his own face to mean hers. ] The marks are striking. I have seen nothing like it, so it caught my curiosity. Clumsily, clearly.