Cole gave a sheepish look, then scratched his head, "Know you? Sorry, but to be honest, I just... moved here, so I don't know the people that well, sorry...." Turning around he started walking, to the direction of his house, "Coming?" Cole clearly didn't understand the ramifications of Darius's question, and the thought most likely just passed through his head. Instead, he started whistling a short tune as he walked, rambling along as he did so, "If ya didn't have dinner, we're having fried rice today. Rice is cheap enough to buy en masse, though the cooking was a bit difficult, my sister Mary found out a way to do it with this old microwave this guy threw away. She's a smart girl, but sometimes I get worried she isn't getting raised right, with.... our parents being away, and all. Hope you don't mind health too much, I'm adding a whole lot of spam to add flavor to it. Also, I'm adding eggs, and...." He rambled a WHOLE lot about food, how cheap some of it was, and his sister.
"This pillar is quite special indeed, in that it hasn't been marked yet." Turning away from the seemingly bashful girl, he faced the pillar again, "Though, that's subject to change. I overheard an officer talking about the Cult of Shadows, a group that marks the pillars. Most likely for.... religious reasons? However, I can't really judge them until I know their true intentions. Also, he was talking to a man with goggles. I believe he was chastising a child with black hair, blonde highlights, and red and black clothing." Turning back to the girl, he seemed to search her face for a reaction. However, before he could even complete his turn, he involuntarily winced, and his hand made a small jerking movement to his stomach. Quickly, he turned away, and seemed to quickly adjust something over his robes. A small crimson drop of blood splashed onto the pavement. "Tch..!" Slowly, he turned again, facing her, "My apologies. A recent injury has forced me to act more cautiously. It has caused me to forget some... formalities. May I ask your name? I prefer to call myself Omen." His robe was a bit more disheveled, as if something had recently disturbed it. No further blood dropped to the ground, and "Omen's" face was as deadpan as before. He took his cup of tea, which was resting on the lantern, and took a long drink. The tea had an odd coloring to it. While in the darkness it was brown, when it was held to the lantern, it held an orange hue. Stranger still, when the drink was disturbed, the tea seemed to turn a shade of green. He rose his cup to take another sip, before realizing the cup was empty. Keeping himself busy, he lifted the pot of tea and poured another cupful into the waiting cup. Somehow, the lantern held enough heat to keep the tea steamed. He seemed to discard something into a pocket of his robe, appearing only for an instant as a cotton material, stained with red. Finding himself idle once more, he looked at the girl, expecting an answer. Perhaps she's waiting for her lover? It would explain for the...abashed look on her face. In that instance, it would be unfortunate for her if her lover were to find us chatting, some people can be quite irrational. I suppose I should be leaving soon. Taking a sidelong glance with his normal eye at the pillar, he seemed to whisper a word.
