If Gneissus had become an expert at anything in the this second chapter of his life, it'd been learning how to ignore all the shocked looks he got from those that weren't subtle enough to hide their disbelief. He was willing to bet that anyone that didn't outwardly express some sort of shock or amazement was feeling it on the inside. How cosmopolitan did one have to be not to notice someone that was eight feet tall?
Well eight feet and two inches, but he doubted those two would matter if he told anyone what his height was.
It didn't help that he looked Earthian. Most of them had an idea of where their various species' height cap was and here he was casually dispelling it. Or maybe not, Diorite, who was clearly associated with him, wasn't overly tall - but, he was attracting different sorts of attention. That was probably the same-'ol same-'ol to him too, he'd been dealing with the effects of his looks since he'd been old enough to receive such attention.
Diorite, almost two and half feet shorter than he was, had tanned skin, a lithe form, mid back length black hair that glittered instead of shining normally, and slate-grey eyes framed with long eyelashs that matched his hair. He also had black claws on the ends of those long fingers and needle-sharp fangs behind those elegant lips, but Gneissus was pretty sure that wasn't throwing off much of his admirers, just as it hadn't back home. He wore his hair in a high ponytail with two locks near his ears pulled loose until they almost touched his shoulders. Gneissus himself was a bit muscular, which made him seem even larger, had pale skinn, a long skinny scar from an old slashing wound on his left cheek, dark blue eyes and wore his black and white striped hair up in a topknot. While he wasn't as striking as Diorite, he wasn't all that bad to look at, if you didn't mind dislocating you neck to get a good look at him.
What tied them were their uniforms: knee length, high collar dark blue coats over lighter blue slacks and blue boots the same colour as the coats. The coat and the boots had golden accents. The sashs around their waists had gold accents on them too, but each of them wore a different colour: Gneissus a pale frothy blue and Diorite a similiarly washed out grey.
"'Zen?" Diorite asked, coming to a stop and staring at the wooden sign in front of him, squinting his eyes as though the strange writing would magically become legible. Gneissus winced at the use of his former nickname. "So sorry, but, what boat did you say we needed to be on?"
"The Broken Seagull to Necromantia," Gneissus spoke the words in the Earthian's common language - not only because it was the proper name of the boat, but because it would help Diorite learn the language better. His companion could barely speak any Common and while he could recognize the letters and what sounds they were supposed to make, he didn't know what the word meant once he sounded it out.
"Ze bro-ken zea-guhll to Neh-cro-mahn-zia?" Diorite perked an eyebrow up at him and then looked back at the sign, sounding out the words until he realized it didn't sound like the boat's name. Gneissus didn't have the heart to tell him that it was only a sign for the tavern they were standing in front of.
