"Does somebody know what they normally look like, or do they straight up look like a normal human now?"
As he continued to travel through the city, he would find it was not so easy to find other living survivors. After several hours of searching, he only found a corpse. "Aren't we friends? Isn't this what friends are? I don't know! I've never had a friend before." "Well they look a lot like us, only with very pale skin and jet black hair. They usually have practically glowing blue, green, or purple eyes as well."
She gives him a questioning look. "Touch hands?" On his way back, he hears something. Something Strange. Almost like distant talking. She chuckles, "Well I don't know how to summon a baby Cthulhu, I do know that magic is real. I wouldn't have believed in it myself, except there's literally an earth spirit chilling in the square. She uses a lot of magic."
" Haaahaha....No. High fives. Well...touching hands in a way....Go ahead and slap me if you want.." He just shakes his head and laughs at himself a bit
She looks even more confused, But she slaps him. On the face. After a few minutes he sees the source, walking out of an alleyway. Two men, One in a suit with well groomed hair and a clean-shaven face. He also wore white gloves and walked with a cane, he looked like some sort of Butler. The other was clearly his opposite, bedraggled long hair and an unkempt beard, both black. He wore clothes that could have been a suit once, now they were tattered and old. Yet the two appeared to be friends. "No. That would be more thematically coherent. More like a really pretty lady with leaves for hair. And she's also naked. Which is weird."
Delzin just smiles in an annoyed manner, slowly exhaling out of his nose. This is going to become the norm for whenever he says something stupid from now on....Well, he's pretty sure of that fact " Iris. May I ask you a question? "
He slowly walks towards them, making his presence clear but staying near cover, "Hi, how are you guys?"
"Anything else you wanna know?" "Sure. Whatever." He had clearly interrupted whatever conversation they'd been having, and they stopped talking and pointed their attention towards him. "Greeting wanderer" The fancy one spoke with an equally fancy accent. The other one just replied with a grunt.
"Hello there and sorry for interrupting my good sirs!" He puts his weapons away and moves closer. "So, may I ask where two fine men such as yourself are headed today?"
"Wherever we want." Said the fancy one. She tensed up as soon as he mentioned the dagger. "That's...That's personal." "Yeah, actually. It's pretty horrific." "They came here because they ran out of space on their planet. So they tried to take ours. Whatever ones are left are stuck here with us. Some blame us, some would rather help us."
