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Ban heard voices and was in the bushes instantly. He peeked through, unseen to eyes. His ears listening to their conversation. He sat there in the bushes, not exactly comfortable, but it was better than nothing.

"All right" He said with a nod as he opened the door for her and stepped inside...but first he placed his hand firmly on the ground and then closed the door behind him

Silently, her transparent form came out of the door to watch him for a moment. Some druken bum. Her eyes registered nothing, and she floated back inside, her hair trailing out behind her as of she was submerged. What did she care of peeping toms at a time like this?

And some time later, the unconscious form that had apparently been lying right outside the gates unnoticed.... quite possibly stepped over several times by unfathomably oblivious residents...... awoke.

Precisely how that worked would be a mystery, but somehow he was still alive. He seemed surprised even himself as he opened his eyes to find that he hadn't entirely passed away. Even as he questioned it, an answer as though in another voice came straight to him. Somehow.... something had been leading small creatures into his mouth as he lay unconscious.... to their doom. How precisely was beyond him, and disgusting as it sounded he was in some small way thankful .... but still hungry.

Since he managed to summon the strength to get to his feet at this point he turned to look to the castle. If nobody had noticed him in several days then perhaps it was safe to assume that whoever was in there had been in there all this time..... but then again, perhaps they'd been leaving and re-entering by a back door. Perhaps they hadn't even gone in at all and had just gone past the place. With this in mind, he focused his thoughts and energies both... crouched... and then boosted himself up and over the gate. Skimming quietly, low to the ground, he hovered over to the front door and put his ear to it. No immediate sounds. Interesting.
Moving around the building he trails his eyes over the outer features. It didn't look abandoned... so it probably wasn't, but then.... shouldn't he have been moved from in front if it wasn't? Spotting a balcony of some sort around to one side, he boost-jumps up to it... landing softly on the surface. He puts his ear to the glass doors before him. Once again... no sound. Ah well..... here goes nothing then...
He puts one hand to the glass. There is a momentary hum... then... the glass cracks, not quite shattering. Ever so carefully, Amarao pulls out the pieces of broken glass one by one and lays them down gently around him on the balcony, then once he has opened up a space large enough for him to step through, he does indeed step through to the interior and look around.........

Apparently Amarao hadn't been paying attention when he was looking around. He notices when the door opens though, and what Jay would see when he stepped into the room wouldn't just be the young man standing there. The teal hair all across that asian head would have momentarily burst into motion, ripples of force running out and down along his tattered clothing. The pieces of glass on the floor, removed from the glass doors, would momentarily burst away from him across the carpet, though with no great force.
Those eyes.... a simple green tone... stare straight at the owner of the house, suspicious and defensive all at once. They're human eyes, no unnatural hue to them. The green is abnormally vivid, but far from impossibly so. Theres no way to escape the look of weariness around the eyes though, a young face aged by pain and forced endurance. He looks like he has been through hell and lived to talk about it.... or remain quiet as he does for a moment or so. He does speak eventually though... in a hushed tone, strangely accented... as though the native tongue is only a secondary language to him:

"So... theh is someone heah afta-all. And this is yoh home. Of coh-s..... But wheh is this that is yoh home? Teh me what is this ... ruh-and!"

He struggles a little over the words, despite appearing to know the sentence structure reasonably... having particular difference with the 'r' and 'l' letters where they occur. Despite all this, he hasn't really answered the questions asked of him, and the strange forces still seem to move over him. Clearly on the defensive, he nonetheless seems secure enough in his own apparent capabilities in order to make demands of the owner of the building on his own territory.

The figure takes a careful step or two back. His bare feet look a mess, though they're not bleeding any more. Scabs can still be seen around the edges though. His eyes remain fixed on Jay, all at once fearful yet defiant. They are eyes that cannot seem to know trust in any form. His expression plays along many themes, all of them defensive. He suspects, nay... knows this will end in hostility. He knows not the capabilities of his foe, but nobody would just let him walk out alive, not... them. His teeth remain clenched, not so much through open aggression as the stressed acknowledgement that things are going to get nasty soon enough.... yet for the moment its still at the level of verbal exchange, and he might as well make the most of it. He tries again, ignoring the house-owner's statement essentially in this time of obvious stress... his words showing his apparent paranoia...

"What is this Bu-ack Amba Cu-han? Dih they bu-ing me heah? I jahs wan to know what I am doing heah! In tha ruh-and! You and tha otha peh-son came to this haus ... I jahs want ansa!"

Jay would find it difficult to approach the man, curiously enough. The closer he got, the more it would be like trying to walk headfirst into a gale... vaguely. Theres an ambient effect radiating from the interloper's presence that appears to be pushing everything away from him in consistant pulsing force. All the same, the figure takes a step back hesitantly as Jay approaches, and the force seems to increase ever so slightly in magnitude, almost reflexively.
He is frowning still. That much doesn't change. His wearied eyes remain transfixed in obvious distrust on the house owner as he speaks again... half trapped in thought just trying to puzzle out the language.

"Thought eveywone had gone.... Haus was ka-wai-et. No sound... I am lost heya. No home. No food.... Tha good enough fo you?!"

His breathing seems to have quickened too. Its not hard to tell that he appears to be ready to act at the drop of a pin, the adrenaline doing its job. There is more though. With every passing second his face seems just a little more strained, likely to do with the constant force he is emitting to his surroundings. Clearly he can't keep this up forever, though he can likely carry on a long while yet at this low level.