Post by Ghost on Aug 18, 2018 6:51:25 GMT -5
He took in a breath of fresh air after slipping off the large, white helmet he had donned from the beginning, ostensibly. What spilled from its contents was a long, black piece that tapered at the end. It was like hair, but it was not like hair at all - more of a tail for his head that seamlessly sprouted from it. His eyes were unsettling, possessed a red glow with bright, white irises cleaved through with elongated, black pupils; but even so, a nigh horizontal line drew itself across them. It made him appear more world-weary, laid-back and not quite at all what one might expect from his past performance.
“Your sword’s evil. I’m taking it.” This voice came from behind, from Hoax in fact, who made his way from the ship, towards the demon, but inevitably passed him. “It likes speaking to whoever’s holding it. I might not have noticed if it weren’t for my prowess with telepathy. No need to thank me.”
“Uh-” Ghost paused and looked around. It was not a planet, but a large infrastructure alien to him. It was cold, metallic and almost ever-stretching in size. “Where ‘re we, anyway? I see corridors, linear ones that are almost too straight-forward… reminds me of a--” He paused as he looked another way. “No, wait. We could go this way instead. Nevermind.”
Hoax narrowed his eyes in confusion. Everything he just said was dismissed and he could not help but wonder if the being really had no interest in anything he had just said. “...This is the Z-Force Space Station. It acts as a satellite to Earth for its protection.”