dalvics:
He paused for a moment, watching the other for a bit with hesitation. He came here at a bad time, it seemed; though he had no say in the matter and that was already beginning to be an understatement.
Of a few things he was certain. First, this man was at the very least vaguely human-shaped, and not a ghost of any type he knew. He and Danny were the only half-ghosts he knew of and there was a particularly convoluted process that involved whatever Jack Fenton got his grimy paws on, so he probably wasn’t like him. Second, while not ethereal in nature he most certainly was using a scythe for some god-forsaken reason. The only people that used scythes were either all about the aesthetic or relying on something supernatural. Three; those were certainly monsters, though they didn’t look like ghosts, either.
He strode a tad closer to the other man, flipping hands nonchalantly in a shrug. “My apologies, I can’t simply tell a cab where to go when I don’t know where I’m going myself, can I?” He couldn’t get too close; though, the creatures about were being particularly protective about their target. He could feel eyes on him, but no moves to attack yet. Blast, he really was out here, without any use of his powers and caught in the middle of a standoff with a bunch of feral beasts.
“Pray tell, just what are you dealing with here?” his volume raised, and a few of the beasts turned to come for him, and once they took the bait he….vanished.
Interesting, something still worked here. A couple of them ran into each other and the ensuing pile-up Vlad used to his advantage, sneaking past them and, a couple moments later, reappearing next to Ardyn, hands on his hips.
“I’m not quite familiar with any beasts of these sort,” his tone was faux-curious, his entire statement dripping with half truth. He genuinely was interested but he was trying to play naive here, damnit.
“My good man, if I knew what the hell these things were, do you truly believe I would be wasting my damn time with this riffraff?”
Gods above. This day ha begun bad, turned sour, and had now reached completely and utterly detestable. It wasn’t like these things were hard to fight off; they were actually of middling strength. But their strength came from their numbers, and even though his trusty old weapon was at his side, it was more meant for something a little more precise than a brawl like this.
“Well, are you just going to stand there doing noth--”
He narrowed his eyes when the other man vanished and reappeared. Had that been a warp? But no, a warp, even a weak one, would have left some sort of afterimage or magical residue. This hadn’t been anything like that, so the possibility that this was one distant relative he did not remember was already out of the picture. This place was certainly odd. But Ardyn only shook his head.
“I suppose you can grow roots here.” With that, he rushed forwards, a strike sending several of these creatures flying. “Because as fun as this might grow to be, I’m not quite trying to die here. So keep up, or get lost.”
He dashed down the street with that.
