As Kishin continued to wander aimlessly, he briefly noticed a couple walking past him with their arms wrapped around each other, but quickly turned his attention back to his surroundings. Despite his frustration, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement at the prospect of being lost in a new city, and he was stubborn to find his own way. Becoming a lich only recently, he often found himself seeking out new experiences to fill his unmagical life, and getting lost was just another form of pleasure for him. Ghast, his loyal ghost horse, trotted beside him as he continued to search for his way, his mask hiding any indication of his true emotions.

Kishin's frustration began to mount as he wandered aimlessly through the unfamiliar city streets. Despite his best efforts to retrace his steps and find his way like a smarty-pants, he only seemed to be getting more lost with each passing minute. As the snowfall intensified, he pulled his coated armor tighter around him.

As he continued to wander, Kishin's thoughts drifted to his own mortality. As a lich, he was technically immortal, but he knew that even he would eventually fade away into nothingness. It was a strange feeling, knowing that he would never age or die naturally, but that he was still just as vulnerable to the whims of fate as any mortal.

Despite these dark thoughts, Kishin couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the unknown possibilities that lay ahead. He had always been drawn to danger and uncertainty, to the thrill of the unknown. And as he wandered through the snowy city streets, lost and alone, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be. As Kishin's wanderings took him deeper into the heart of the city, he began to notice subtle changes in his surroundings. The buildings grew taller and more imposing, the streets narrower and more winding. The crowds grew denser, their voices rising in a cacophony of languages and accents that Kishin struggled to understand from a port town.

As he turned a corner, he suddenly found himself face to face with a group of tough-looking thugs. They eyed him warily, their hands hovering over the weapons at their belts. Kishin felt a thrill of excitement course through him as he realized that he was about to have an adventure. He had always been drawn to danger and uncertainty, and this was just another challenge for him to overcome. Without a moment's hesitation, he drew his mask over his face and stepped forward to meet the thugs head on.

The fight was over almost before it began. Kishin was fast and agile, his movements almost too quick for the thugs to follow. His fists and feet lashed out in a blur of motion, striking the thugs with deadly precision. Within moments, they lay groaning on the ground, their weapons scattered around them. Painting himself in blood, he felt a bit warmer today.

He wasn't wearing gloves, and he didn't exactly feel real warmth. Nonetheless, he had felt like he needed to cover up some of his embarrassment in his wandering. He moved away from the populated areas to be where he'd be more comfortable. After the fight, he didn't want to risk meeting angry mages from a local guild. After becoming more lost and darkness coming, he actually began to feel more comfortable because of his ability to see in the dark. Seeing a lone traveler, he approached them leisurely.

"Lost? Perhaps look to the sea fishies, or the walls," he said with a whisper. With a mask and a covered body, Kishin's exposed bony hands were the direct indication of his nature. He appeared at her side with his horse eerily quiet. Pointing in a random direction darker with a bony and wet finger, he didn't immediately think too much.

Kishin sat on his ghost horse, Ghast, silently observing the chaos that surrounded him. He noticed Jazmynn stumbling and falling, but didn't bother to stop and help her. As a young lich, Kishin found pleasure in watching the suffering of others, even if he couldn't directly cause it himself. Kishin enjoyed the cold, relishing in the sensation of his bones creaking and cracking in the icy air. He watched for a moment, his sadistic tendencies urging him to revel in her misfortune.

He hadn't meant any harm in the grand scheme of things, like not washing the blood. His extra-judicial actions had become too common when questing. Randomly beating up person after person. Punch this, slice that, he had long decided that people were disposable no matter the city. He wasn't offended when he was looked at like he was compared to a robot. Why, he had considered becoming a robot.

>~<

But if he had eyebrows, he'd be blinking cutely and rapidly. On the inside, Kishin can be a softie. He felt he'd be misunderstood if he started chasing. Besides, it's more fun when the prey begins running and then looks back, only for the hunter to catch up instantly. Ghast can be quite slow, so Kishin only likes to chase those that had wanted to fight him in the first place. Walking up, Kishin braces himself and Ghast.

"Are you okay? I'm an angel revived by Illuminati, and this is my own blood. It's sacred," he clarified to make things all better. As he came up to the window, he saw himself mirrored and felt some sadness. He's just a skeleton mob and he has no face that can be mopped on the window too. He wondered if he should throw this human on his horse like a bag of rice. He felt he couldn't do justice to such a quirky and fun human. Maybe Kishin should try to find her some help.

Kishin watched bemused, his unseeing eyes hidden behind a bone-white mask as he observed Jazmynn. He was still young for a lich, having only recently been reborn into this cursed form, and his inexperience made him all the more masochistic in his pursuit of knowledge and power.

His chest was covered in scars and he wore them proudly, a testament to his resilience in the face of suffering. As Jazmynn stumbled to her feet, Kishin remained unshifting, studying. He felt a strange pull towards her, something he couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was her vulnerability that drew him in, or maybe it was her defiance in the face of clumsy adversity.

"Illumin knows no borders," he replied. Nodding, he hadn't thought about Bosco when he made up the reason for his existence. He wonders if someone that believes in Illumin deeply would be offended at this moment.

Tilting his head, he doesn't mind being called a fool. "I was just promoted to my angelic form, I couldn't help myself to be any more foolish," he'd continue with his justification. Bringing himself down to the ground, he'd look at the hat, and then try to pass it up for Jazmynn. "I'm just passing through, don't think of me," changing to a grittier voice, he'd turn around to the darkness as Ghast walked up. Looking to pass through Jazmynn, the horse and the hat part itself to her. Kishin's grown tired of his horse, this looks like a good place to abandon it, and maybe it'll guide Jazmynn before running away. His naughtiness had thought to collect the hat and it was the least Kishin could do after thinking of that hurtful choice.

[exiting]

She Didn’t expect the Answer that had been given, her terror set aside for the moment in her Pursuit for knowledge, her question about Illumin and being from Bosco seemed to land poorly as the immediate answer was one to be expected by a True believer (even if it was fake).  It was hard to Argue with something so sweet, Ominous and matter of fact, and in some ways it felt like the only answer she would get even if she pressed the question. “Oh, my apologizes, of course” she would Retort awkwardly

The Lich held up her hat for her to take back which she would graciously take the hat with a slight bow of her head, unsure to what to say about his past statement about being a new angel. She had so much more to ask now that they were speaking on non-terrifying terms.  She would clutch her wide brimmed hat in her hands tight to her chest as she opened her mouth to speak once again but found herself wordless as  his voice turned Gritty as he asked her to not think of him.   This had her blinking a few times, her green eyes peering wide towards him even as he walked into the distance leaving both her and the dark horse near the park.  

“ I, uh,  ar, maybe we coul,” she found herself unable to figure out what to say as the man slowly left her sight and her gaze shifted to the horse.    She didn’t much like Wild animals, especially ones that looked as sinister as it did, or maybe that was just the label she mentally placed on it due to the interaction.

She would once again shiver as the cold caught back up to her and she found herself alone with the dark horse. She would make a motion with her hand to shoo it away, “ Go on now your falling behind your master”  she would point out to the seemingly mindless beast,   a few more shooing motions seemingly didn’t make a difference untill she heard the sound of a door open up, turning to look as someone opened the door to the building her makeup was smeared over their window.   This seemed awkward but seeing the horse the man quickly closed the door, which made Jazmynn feel like she was doing something wrong.     Quickly she retreated down the alley and into the plaza in front of the park.   With the horse on her heels now she continued to walk through town and Shoo the Creature,  despite all its efforts to guide  her anywhere  she would avoid it and continue wandering until she found some landmarks near the docks she recognized.  

As she opened the door to her guild home she would give the horse one more long look as she sighed and Shoo’ed it away with her hands again before closing the door with a “ Okay im home safe now,   go on home now.”


[EXIT]