Ethan initially remained silent yet again. Indeed, between Grell, Bray, and the ginger midget, the crowd the man found himself in was more lively than anyone he'd ever allied with before, for better or for worse. Maybe a bit of both simultaneously. It wasn't every day that he met someone who claimed to be "the eater of worlds" or "the great accuser." Ethan was genuinely unsure what to make of him; was he just a crazy looney who took a wrong turn, just like everyone else here? Most likely. But he
had been caught by surprise before.
Simply shaking his head, he put his hands on his hips briefly.
"Insane is what I think I'll call you," Ethan said after Bray had flamboyantly introduced himself, before letting out a breath from his nose, half out of exasperation, and half out of reluctant amusement. At least he didn't seem openly hostile, but how long that would last, Ethan wasn't sure. Not with whatever strange sense the man possessed to be able to see... to see the beast.
He could only hope that whatever gods existed in the sky above them all, they would be merciful enough to not shine the light of the full moon above them all.
Before he could say much more, Grell had managed to get him and others back on track, and after moving out, before he knew it, they made another stop again after a strange sound led them all to a garment store. The clothes inside looked vaguely like something he could find in England or America, but... there was something different about them. Certainly not from this time, at least. Of course, foreign clothing was nothing new to him, not after Egypt, and not after meeting with the likes of Seishin and Numahime, among the others around.
It was amazing how quickly one could be desensitized to their surroundings.
Ethan tried to remain on guard as he stepped into the store, but it was surprisingly more difficult than expected to do so when he didn't have any of his weapons on him. He felt insecure in that regard, naked even. Not that he didn't think he could handle himself with just his own fists, but the creeping air of darkness in the atmosphere continued to subtly unnerve the man with every passing second. Still, he decided to stand by Grell and the newcomer who introduced himself as Robert, among others, letting whoever else examine the mirror if they so desired. The newcomer was also quite the character right off the bat; he had a way with words over just some damned colors, and more than that, his words toward Sherry admittedly garnered a small, amused breath.
"Well, if you did turn out to be anyone else, guess we'd just have to kill you before you might have killed us," Ethan spoke facetiously, as though intent on matching Robert's mien in order to gauge his character,
"Robert, huh? Ethan. I guess the more the merrier, as they say."
Before long, he blinked and his attention was quickly diverted toward Sherry, whose yelp had naturally caught his attention as she dropped the mirror. When she sheepishly apologized and explained that she thought she had seen something, the man initially thought little of it, shrugging it off. It was understandable that one would feel on edge in this place. It had a mysterious effect that never went away, and the man was all the more in unease because of it.
... Though indeed, it was just a little peculiar that it didn't break.
As Robert and "Queen" examined it, Ethan bunched toward them as well, pocketing his hands, attempting to get a look at it, brushing aside some stray bangs and rubbing his chin as he did so.
"... Hmm. A shame my knife's gone. I think I could use a shave."
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