Snippet #2317521

Lotton looked through the portal before the male piece(Alexander Duodecim) he was viewing from above seemed to stop, look up, and smile. Lotton's smile grew wider as well. His body began to quiver in anticipation. This war might be really good, especially if that piece could deduce Lotton's location. Maybe it was the king. That made things even more interesting, before Lotton stopped smiling for a moment. He doubted the piece could see his nickel-sized portal while looking straight into the rain. It didn't matter. Lotton already felt happier. Looking at the male and the hooded figure (Alaysia Dunoir) behind him, along with numerous other figures making their to the black castle, he could only assume these were Plenorans. The hooded figure (Alaysia Dunoir) stooped to a bow before the male figure (Alexander Duodecim), as Lotton re-focused his vision on them. He would rather not move his portal closer, for fear of his own safety, nor would he want to project his voice, for there was no reason to, at the moment. It would be best if he let them know once they were all in the same spot. Lotton turned his attention to the castle they seemed to be approaching, and moved his portal closer. From here he could see the dragon and the woman it seemed to be protecting (Ormir and Ekuro), as well as a man dressed in a somewhat-knightly garb (Gregor Wysecrow). He seemed to be playing with his sword and making the dragon on edge. Usually, Lotton could not care less for most people, how they conducted their business with friends and allies. He doubted he could even share feelings with the other pieces. At least, not yet. He hadn't made a friend of any of them yet. There was also a white-haired youth(Kael Skye) and a girl with a black fedora on (Eri Soluce). Lotton pushed his own hat up, relishing it's feeling. To Lotton, it felt like someone else had a good taste in hats. Lotton couldn't help but to smile fondly.

As the dark haired male(Alexander Duodecim) and the hooded piece(Alaysia Dunoir) made their way to the castle, and introduced themselves, Lotton observed. He could see the greeting seemed to have gone well, although he could not hear anything, to be honest. The rain, and the distance of his portal made it difficult. That was fine, though. He turned the portal 90 degrees to face horizontally from it's downward-facing orientation, as he had the non-descript circle move around the Plenorans, simply watching them from different angles, before the portal decreased in size until it vanished. Lotton took his suitcase and played one of his sleight-of-hand tricks and made it vanish using his House of Cards. It simply swung it behind his back, and let go of it. Once his self stopped registering it's existence, he knew it was located in a safe place he could always retrieve it from. Before causing his portal to vanish, there was something his brain did not register as important at the time, but he decided to look at it anyway. He returned the portal to a bird's-eye-view, and looked down at the library again. There was a figure(Connor) at the top, doing nothing at all. Lotton remembered times when he would sit, motionless for days on end, absorbed in his own thoughts. During those tenures of frozen time, he would always try to think of something meaningful, but would always lapse almost immediately into something practical. Maybe that was why he remembered those times: because they were practical, instead of meaningful. This realization saddened Lotton, slightly. But, it didn't matter. After storing away his suitcase, he did the same with his other supplies, and left the inn, wandering out into the rain after a farewell to the kind bartender. Without even walking very far from the area, he could still sense the piece on the rooftop. It was neither Plenoran or Seramel. It must be another neutral. Lotton had no idea that there was another neutral in this game. Despite the logic being extremely fallible, he decided to theorize that, if he was not the only one, then there may be a 3rd. Welp, another theory for another day. It was not meaningful to him, yet. Besides, a neutral doesn't really have to do anything if they do not want to. But Lotton was too excited to ignore this opportunity.

Maybe he could get something extremely valuable. Maybe he could try and sell some of his things or services for information on the members on each side of this chess game. The results could be interesting. He decided to give it a shot. He heard the thunder, the lightning illuminating everything before the sharp noise rang. He looked up at the sky, and saw a shadow circling around. At one point, it's radius of flight intersected with his radius of sensing. He could feel it was a piece, and judging by the dragon, the Plenoran dragon and woman(Ormir and Ekuro) he saw earlier. She seems to have taken flight, and seems to be patrolling, judging by her flight patterns. Also, judging by her flight patterns, it looked like her patrol route was predictable enough. It did not have to be for what he was about to do. Quickly, Lotton ran into the nearest alleyway he could find and began to find metals. Metals were denser, and therefore, gave him more materials to build with. After musing for a very short moment on how he always seemed to be going to alleyways for supplies, he re-focused on his mission. Quickly grabbing some metal debris, he held his finger on it, as a spark went through his finger and into the metal. It began to form into a metallic bird, with a short-lived, but probably sufficient power source and rudimentary guiding system. It even had a glowing light on it's 2 sides to attract attention from a small distance away. He etched a message into it using his finger, so the message was visible on the outside, in plain English. Maybe they did not understand English, but he didn't really know what else to do. He could try other languages as time went on. He sent the bird on it's way to intercept the patrol route of the Dragon. On the side of the bird was etched the message, "If you want, I can help you with the war, but I might ask for something in return. I'll be in an alleyway somewhere, most likely." Lotton relaxed and smiled to himself. He may change sides later, just for kicks, but for now, he might as well keep himself busy.