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"Powerful, yeah," he agreed with a shrug. He reached one arm out behind his back, holding back his elbow, stretching his arm. He stretched a lot when idle, when anxious. "Powerfully stupid. They're full of potential, but they have no restraint." He let go of the stretch, switching arms. Preparing. "They're like kids – cruel, heartless bastards. They're the type of people that would throw a cat off a cliff, just to see if it can fly."
He placed one leg in front of him, keeping the other in the back, and pressed down on his knee, stretching. He looked up at her as he did so, and caught her faint smile, and already knew the answer she'd give. She was smart – she wouldn't come out and say it, or would she? Vestige had no clue, but that was what made meeting other people exciting, wasn't it? Eventually, casually, she did admit that she could handle herself, and Vestige laughed a little, shaking his head. He switched up his legs for the stretch, shaking his head.
"You're a demon, aren't you?" he eventually asked, standing upright. He pulled one arm in front of him, used the other arm to press it towards his chest, stretching, but still paying attention to her. It wasn't really a question, because Vestige didn't ask questions. He was just affirming his own beliefs in the form of a question, really. "Am I right?" It still wasn't really a question, just him, teasing a little.
The godslayer switched up his arms for the stretch, anticipating. "There's a large aura surrounding you. It's dark, but not necessarily malevolent. It's an interesting aura, for a demon, anyway."
Finally, Vestige let the stretch go. He was silent for a moment, before looking up at her again, grinning. "You sure you could hold your own – against them, that is?" he asked again, now standing akimbo. He took a few deep breaths, prepared, ready.
"Because they're coming, you know. Deusmech troops, that is."
He let that sink in, before continuing on. "They'll be here in forty two hours."
All stretched, all prepared, Vestige wondered how she would take it. It had been a while since he had uttered it, the name Deusmech, that is, and he had been so ready to, so willing to lead them here, to him. He was crazy, to drag a stranger into this, but hell, maybe she'd want to get involved – for science?
"There's time to run, if you want," he offered, studying her, grinning a little. "But hey, who knows what you could learn from this, huh?" Okay, he was poking fun at her a little, but hell, what life without a little humor, even when he had just endangered this stranger? Vestige's motto was simple: live, laugh, and fight, like it was your last day on earth.