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Ever so slowly, the interloper lowers his eyes toward the floor. The disruptive field of repulsion around him seems to lessen in force slightly though doesn't fade completely. He seems distant for these moments, lost in thought. Many questions he has that might not ever be answered.
Sure, he saw the point in what the man said. Breaking and entering probably was a bad choice of action, but then what other choice did he have? This entire place seemed surreal, and since he didn't know how he got here and this other man apparently didn't know either, then it would be safe to assume that he was trapped ... perhaps permanently. The sombre thought brought a matching frown to his face as he stared at nothing in particular. So he was trapped for no apparent reason in an unfamiliar world... with no possessions but the clothes on his back, only a passing understanding of the local language (which appeared to be English) ... and what was more, his mind had somehow been invaded by some kind of alien consciousness that had melded with his own. It didn't make much sense.
For a moment he took hold of the front of his tattered clothing. The nametag was still afixed rather shoddily to the front of the shirt and he twisted it in order to look at it...
... Amarao.
It didn't feel like it was him any more. He was changed now. Nothing like he once was, and yet not quite like he was when he escaped the lab either. Nothing made sense any more.
All at once his eyes darted up again, remembering the situation at hand and turning his gaze back toward Jay.

"An what am I to do then? I have no-where to go, and no food. I have no-thing heah. Mas I fight foh it too? I do not like to fight, but I wih if I haf to!"

He seems still slightly defensive, but now his posture is more one of determination to survive at any cost rather than any kind of focused animosity. For a moment the force coming from him pulses, then fades back to the low level again. Still the signs of strain show on his face. He has to keep focused in order to maintain this.

Walking past Kimache castle, Kiasys wasn't really sure at all of where she wanted to go. The castle dumped straight out into the wilderness, which apparently was connected to everything. She'd already been to the tavern. Best to look around.

Or rather he could try to do that, but the stranger wouldn't let him get near. The moment Jay brings his hand near, the interloper gets on the defensive again, and the force emanating from him tones up again.

"No touch!"

He listens to the words he was told anyway, and thinks it over, saying nothing more on the matter openly. Regardless of the attitude Jay appears to be showing, there is nothing resembling trust there. Noticing the other man's eyes turning, Amarao also turned his head slightly to glance out of the window at the other form. Its given a moment's consideration, but his eyes then return to the man who spoke of dorms. What choice did he have? It would be worth looking at perhaps. And he was told to leave. Given the situation, that was just fine.
With little consideration for the effect it might cause to Jay, Amarao walks back to the window and... BLAM .... He blasts himself clear out of the window and over the balcony with a resonant force that shakes the room and may knock Jay clear off his feet if he happened to be standing too close at that precise moment. Somewhere down below, the figure in the tattered hospital clothes hurtles toward the ground and comes to a hovering stop some few centimetres above before turning and skimming away at speed.

Pale tossed in her sleep, and kicked up the sheets yet again. She always woke up in the morning with her sheets in knots, and could never figure out why. Also, if she had it her way she would wake up sometime in the middle of the day.

She rolled across the bed, and started sleeping with her head face down on the pillow. A very heavy sleep indeed.

Pale fumbled around. Finding Jay, she wrapped a arm around his side and finally fell peacefully asleep.

It was the next morning. The birds were chirpping away, and annoying her to pieces. She woke up and glanced around.

"Heya" she rubbed some sleep out of her eyes, and rubbed her stomach thoughtfully. "You know, for the first time in ages I'm starting to feel a little tired. It's pretty wierd." she flopped over and started to get up.

"Yeah, I just feel in the mood for something simple though, like...." her eyes widened and she rushed out of the bed for the bathroom.

A few minutes later she returned with her hair puled back. "It's ok, I'm not that hungry right now I think."