[While most of the new people stumbling into the temple are bumbling about in confusion, there's one who's simply observing.
It's hardly that Xelloss is any less concerned by this whole mess than anyone else - beings pulled from other worlds and transformed, up to and including someone as powerful as himself? That is absolutely something worrying, and something he ought to be reporting back to his master this very moment.
If, you know, he could. He's already attempted to phase back to the astral plane, only to find that he can't, and with that went any way he might have of slipping back to the world he's supposed to be in.
He did, however, figure out that he can still teleport, even if it only seems to happen on the physical plane now. Given that his true form is now a) a rock for some unfathomable reason, and b) permanently on the physical plane, that makes enough sense. Not that it isn't a bit alarming, though.
So hey, have some purple-haired guy in fantasy mage-looking getup, perched on a high outcropping in the temple's heart - in plain sight, simply not somewhere most people would think to look. His legs are crossed and his chin propped in his hand, a finger tapping against it - though it slips down to brush the cone-shaped piece of black jade at his throat as his thoughts move to it. He's just sitting here, watching other people come, freak out, and go. Gathering information, getting a handle on the overall mood... and possibly snacking on the panic and confusion that just so happens to be right here anyway! How convenient.
A short sigh escapes him after a moment, however.]
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It's hardly that Xelloss is any less concerned by this whole mess than anyone else - beings pulled from other worlds and transformed, up to and including someone as powerful as himself? That is absolutely something worrying, and something he ought to be reporting back to his master this very moment.
If, you know, he could. He's already attempted to phase back to the astral plane, only to find that he can't, and with that went any way he might have of slipping back to the world he's supposed to be in.
He did, however, figure out that he can still teleport, even if it only seems to happen on the physical plane now. Given that his true form is now a) a rock for some unfathomable reason, and b) permanently on the physical plane, that makes enough sense. Not that it isn't a bit alarming, though.
So hey, have some purple-haired guy in fantasy mage-looking getup, perched on a high outcropping in the temple's heart - in plain sight, simply not somewhere most people would think to look. His legs are crossed and his chin propped in his hand, a finger tapping against it - though it slips down to brush the cone-shaped piece of black jade at his throat as his thoughts move to it. He's just sitting here, watching other people come, freak out, and go. Gathering information, getting a handle on the overall mood... and possibly snacking on the panic and confusion that just so happens to be right here anyway! How convenient.
A short sigh escapes him after a moment, however.]
Well, this certainly is a predicament.