> wrong circle, dumbass. // @halfofxerxes
Walls shuddered, candles were snuffed out, the voices of many whispering from all around. A long and very nearby snarl greeted Hohenheim from the darkness. When a few of the candles sprang to life again, a spindly but still vaguely humanoid figure stood at the centre of the circle that had been drawn upon the stone. The demon's head jerked to his shoulder in a motion that likely would have broken a human neck --- he appeared to be resting it there? Sebastian appeared just as puzzled as Hohenheim did.
Clearly, he hadn’t been expected.
Not that it was unusual for people to be surprised by his presence; bursting out of solid objects to stake his claim on a soul, either as an appearance payment or service fee. But people who took the time to draw the summoning circle generally looked like they had a bit more of a plan than this fellow did. Furthermore, the devil could tell this individual had been about for a some time now. Sebastian manifested a simple dress shirt and trousers, brushing ash from his sleeves. He stepped leisurely up to the edge of the alchemist’s failed transmutation diagram. A civil discussion was in order, he thought. “Look any more disappointed and that frown will have to part with your face altogether. Is it so hard to pretend people are delighted to see me? You’ll hurt my feelings.” He sighed heavily, disappointed but not dissuaded. Sebastian gestured up and down the man’s figure with a claw before crossing his arms. “This wasn’t what you were after, I take it. But my fare was clearly paid.”
