Snippet #2443291

Speechless, Alexander stood, a dumbfounded look on his face. He only moved when the next person came to take his place to summon their familiar. He fell back into a chair and his mind went blank. It was like his brain was overwhelmed and just blacked out, even though he was still conscious. He didn't even notice what else was going on. Slowly, he began to think again. Why? It may have been better just to die. He looked at Jeston with a look mixed with worry and disgust, but no word uttered. As he heard someone leave, he realized that was probably a good idea. Slowly, he stood and started towards the door. He softly groaned, "Come on." He motioned to Jeston to follow, stopping to let someone else out of the room first.

His ears were ringing and he could barely hear anything that wasn't in his head. Originally planning to go out into the hall, he saw that was already taken, so he followed the way he came as well as he could remember back outside. He continued his silence, not even knowing if his new companion said anything, not really caring anyway. Eventually, they got outside. He enjoyed the air and the feeling of being outside after everything that just happened. It seemed to help clear his mind and the ringing in his ears subsided.

He began picking up and tossing stray rocks and such that he found. "I, *sigh*, I guess now we're, I can't believe I'm saying this, stuck together." He turned and faced Jeston. "I just can't figure out why. Look at yourself, you're a mess. I didn't even know to believe in angels. Looking at you, I guess I really shouldn't." He tossed what he had in his hands out and tried to think of what to do.

"I'm a bit new to this, if you haven't been able to guess. So I'm not exactly an expert on how these things work. So, since everything's fallen into place as it has, I guess," he rubbed his temple trying to think of what to say or do about everything that was going on. "I don't know. The people in there," motioning back to the building, "seemed to know you. You've had experiences with them before, I take it? If we have to work together, it would be best if I know you're history. So, tell me your story." He took out the piece he'd been working on and in frustration threw that out too. Watching it fly off as he listened to Jeston's response gave him an idea. He needed to bind him to something, right? Why not a carving?