White Rider Pestilence
damien givardi
Blinking, he shakes his head. 'There is need to thank you. You helped. I haven't had much experience with help, but I do know it is proper protocol to thank the person that helped. And no, I can't actually remember if you did or not. I don't remember much actually. I probably have a slight memory loss from using that power.' Tiling his head at the bow, he shrugs it off. 'Ah no thank you. I am quite fine now, aside from what I have come to believe is an after affect of the drug the idiot sleeping gave me. Other than that, I am fine.'
((One; I think I'm going to keep ending up giving Damien permission to read my OCs minds. Like right now. Two; I brought someone in.. o-o ))
"Memory loss? That can't be good." Makarioa said, he knew what it was like to lose one's memory.. "That wasn'--" The white haired male stopped mid-sentence. Having noticed someone he would recognize anywhere walk into the hall, he felt a sense of fear. This person was the last person he wanted to see, he never wanted to see their face again as it was. He didn't think he had to. "H-how can he be here.. I r-remember killing h-him.." his only eye was wide open, he shuddered in fear. 'Please let this be a hallucination.. Please let it be a hallucination.. It can't possibly be the person I think it to be...' He repeated these thoughts to himself, he couldn't believe who he was seeing was really there. One might say he was having a mental breakdown at the sight of this man. This would cause one to wonder what happened to cause such a reaction. It wasn't a hallucination, there was nothing that would make the white haired male have one. The man was very real. He wore refined clothing, with he didn't usually do, but it was a masquerade and he was dressing for the occasion. Having been a woman a few days before, he seemed happy to have his old form back. The six foot tall Roman was hard to miss, he stood alone in the room. There was a slight grin on his face when he noticed the archer. "Long time no see, Makarioa." he spoke softly, knowing he wouldn't be heard from where he was standing. 'Now where is that dragon..'
Watching Maka, he follows his gaze. Stepping back, he growls, a low, viscous growl. Not that it would intimidate this man. Damien knows it. Projecting himself, it visible shudders. "It's not a hallucination Maka. I can see him to." Stirring at the change in the atmosphere, Galador wakes up. Noticing Amable, he wakes up in a snap. "Amable! Y-you're a man again!" Scrambling to get up, he runs and trips meters away from him. Sliding slight, he ends up at Amable's feet. "I'm sorry I wandered off. I wanted to have a look around." Damien seems disgusted with this site. "Galador, of course you'd like someone who hits you." Tears start falling down Galador's face, not because of the words Damien said, but because someone had found his breaking point before Amable. "I-I'm sorry Amable. S-someone found my breaking point before you." Damien's projection turns to Maka, and with a low whisper says; "Since you seem so terrified of this person, leave now. Run if you have to. I'll try to hold him off if he comes after you. I'll do my best. Just leave."