Standing from his crouched position, Neil stretched slightly on his elevation upward to his full height. It was, after all, quite a long way. More people were beginning to wake and assess their surroundings in ways as different as hair colors seemed to be in the amassed group.
"Excuse me, but does anyone know what the seven hells is going on here!?" Another extravagant-colored head of hair awoke and entered the fray. Blue, pink, a raven-haired woman apart from the rest briefly studying Neil and the young yellow-locked acquaintance, and of course, Neil's vibrant green hair as well. It was all rath---
His peripherals caught the slightly insignificant flash that left the fingers of the woman with pink hair.
Did she just...? His eyes studied those around closer and and reached out through the ground, feeling for that energy that sustained all things living. That energy that
"Power...?" The young woman's word jolted him from his daze and his brow furrowed with a frown. Not at her assumption, that he knew something of all to well, but something was....wrong. Neil couldn't
feel it. It still felt like if he tried, the act would obey, but the lack of actual feeling....
"I'm no expert at... social conventions," the young miss continued,
"How are we to approach such a vulgar situation, Mister Green?"At that, his grin shone through his thought process.
"Mr. Green, huh? I like it." The smile that he presented was one of genuine emotion, he liked the sound of
'we', but he had a theory there was little basis to it in the room...
"I believe we should test a theory I have."Books lay everywhere in the room, and plucking one from the shelves, he hefted it slightly. Decent weight, not too thick. Brushing his finger along the spine, the same lack luster feeling, or lack there of, greeted his nerves. His eyes scanned the room once again, trailing the shafts of light as they poured into the room, pooling the floors and shelves, and extending back up to the windows. Closing one eye to block the images of the other windows spanning the room, he examined one, shifted his gaze to the next, and continued down the line.
Odd.... Measuring the book's weight once more, he removed one of the two of his belts and wrapped the book in it to keep it closed. Reeling back, he stepped forward and hurled the book toward the window.
Neil wasn't exactly a professional pitcher, but the book turned over once or twice before smashing into the window, shattering it completely. As the glass shards fell toward the dust-covered floor, Neil closed his eyes for a moment before opening them once more as the sudden shattering broke the less-than-perfect silence. His vision quickly focused upon the window frame once more as the window reformed nearly as fast as it was broken. Neil frowned and ran a finger across the two belt buckles still sitting on his waist.
Objects are easy and inconclusive.... Powers and spells are evident in this world, he knew this well, and manipulating objects was one thing, but people...
No doubt drawing a little attention, Neil ignored those around him for a moment more, reaching for the butterfly knife he knew would be waiting for him around the backside of his belt. A few flourishes, and the blade shone in the light of the unshattered windows as he brought the razor sharp edge to his palm.
This will be terrible if I'm wrong.... With a quick swipe, he put pressure on his hand as the blade sliced through the soft flesh, revealing the blood underneath. He let out a sigh, as much relief as dismay, as the would began to close.
"I'm good with medicines, but I've never been this good." He stated aloud finally.
"Ven como eres, deja como eres," he said to the young woman with yellow hair.
"Come as you are, leave as you are....We aren't physically here I believe. Something like a dream perhaps?"Whatever the case, dream or illusion of some sort, Neil wasn't fond of the game being played for their attention.
