The reality didn't quite shatter to Zelman like it might have to some of the mortals around him. It didn't escape his noticed, that the qualities he had prior to coming here, no longer existed. The Old Blood was always very aware of his blood, and now he could no longer hear it. The attire he possesses also wasn't his own. Least to say, a usually well composed vampire was no longer in a good mood.
"Are you…listening? Kupo." Would be the words of his very unsure, and frightened moogle. Striking crimson eyes diverted their glance to the small creature.
"Crystallis you said it was?" In other words, he had been listening. Whether or not he wanted to accept it was another story. Surely the one responsible for this undoing will pay for their life. Since he was no longer in the Special Zone, let alone Earth. Such actions wouldn't be held against him.
"Yes, kup-- w-wait!" The small ball of fuzz chased after the redhead that abruptly took off. The moogle was torn between thinking his Hero was being proactive, or out to seek violence. It was a little hard to tell when Zelman wouldn't actually talk to her.
"You there."
Who ever happened to be within sight of Zelman was in danger of being interrogated to some extent. Not to say he would take their word for it, but he was more inclined to listen to a human, or humanoid like creature over the flying toy that followed him. Zelman will surely make use of that, a little later. While he may not have the qualities he once did, he apparently still had qualities to speak of, and despite his attractive appearance, his glance was as sharp as a blade. To the wrong person, he could be quiet intimidating.
Zelman Clock | Black Blood Brothers | OTA
The reality didn't quite shatter to Zelman like it might have to some of the mortals around him. It didn't escape his noticed, that the qualities he had prior to coming here, no longer existed. The Old Blood was always very aware of his blood, and now he could no longer hear it. The attire he possesses also wasn't his own. Least to say, a usually well composed vampire was no longer in a good mood.
"Are you…listening? Kupo." Would be the words of his very unsure, and frightened moogle. Striking crimson eyes diverted their glance to the small creature.
"Crystallis you said it was?" In other words, he had been listening. Whether or not he wanted to accept it was another story. Surely the one responsible for this undoing will pay for their life. Since he was no longer in the Special Zone, let alone Earth. Such actions wouldn't be held against him.
"Yes, kup-- w-wait!" The small ball of fuzz chased after the redhead that abruptly took off. The moogle was torn between thinking his Hero was being proactive, or out to seek violence. It was a little hard to tell when Zelman wouldn't actually talk to her.
"You there."
Who ever happened to be within sight of Zelman was in danger of being interrogated to some extent. Not to say he would take their word for it, but he was more inclined to listen to a human, or humanoid like creature over the flying toy that followed him. Zelman will surely make use of that, a little later. While he may not have the qualities he once did, he apparently still had qualities to speak of, and despite his attractive appearance, his glance was as sharp as a blade. To the wrong person, he could be quiet intimidating.