Anything. (Crossover RP) Now open!

[Wolfshire]

Ghirahim couldn't hold back an even deeper frown. 'By Demise- I would prefer talking to a Bokoblin over this.' He thought to himself, before he replied. "I am Demon Lord Ghirahim." He began, keeping his voice even. "Although I have seen much of the Surface- I have not seen anything of the likes of you. I am assuming your name is 'Ysa', yes?"

[Zaphod Riker]

"Ysa... Ysavan... Dia..." Ysavandia says, unable to even say her own name after the changes Seneca made to her. "No hurt Ysa..." She says, backing up and hissing slightly and looking at the birds corpse, holding it up as if it were a shield. "Nation..." She says. Ysavandia was a small micronation, and she was afraid to show herself to her big brother, France.

[Wolfshire]

((Brb for a bit))
Ghirahim raised an eyebrow, seeming judgemental. The being seemed quite nervous of him- 'As it should be.' He thought. Attempting to bother decoding what she spoke- he assumed her first name was 'Ysavan' and her last name ('Why do beings bother with 'last names', anyways?' He had thought on the side.) was 'Dia'. The 'Nation' bit he was quite uncertain of, although he assumed she was of a nation that she thought he had reason to fear. He held his judgemental expression- saying "Harming you would be a waste of my time. I should be looking for a way back, so that I may continue my own business."

[Zaphod Riker]

"Can't find out." Ysavandia says, shaking her head and standing up. "Stuck." She says, shivering now. "Been stuck for while." She says. The young micronation seemed more scared of what others would think, more than she was of him. She looks around, seeing the dumpster she called home and smiling. "Your home... Not here." She says.

[Wolfshire]

"Hmph. If there is a way here, then there is a way back." Ghirahim spoke, making a move to walk past Ysavandia. Although he felt like it would be a waste of time to ask, he turned his head to gaze at Ysavandia, asking "Is there anyone in this area who has notable magic?" If there was someone that fit that description, then there was the possibility that they were whom brought him here, if not someone who could send him back.

[Zaphod Riker]

"... Me... Psy... Psy... Psychic." Ysavandia says. "Little teleport..." She says, getting up and yawning a little. "No way out..." She says, her eyes averting to the ground now as she didn't even think herself worthy to look up at Ghirahim.

[Wolfshire]

I have no need for little parlor tricks. I want to know of someone who has notable abilities." He spoke, appearing irritated. He himself could teleport, however, to teleport in an unfamiliar area was risky, and near impossible for him.

[Zaphod Riker]

Ysavandia growls. "Not trick. Not sure how far can teleport." She says, concentrating and warping herself to the top of the building, then warping back. "Easy." She says, huffing and crossing her arms.

[Zaphod Riker]

((I have to go for a bit. Class.))

[Wolfshire]

((See you))

Ghirahim scoffed. "You expect me to find that impressive? I can do that just as easily." He said with a roll of his eyes. "This is becoming a waste of time. I should be finding a way back, not bother myself with a mongrel who probably has fleas." Without another word, he began to walk past her, heading out of the alleyway.