[Dorian is thoroughly amused at how the other just about jumps out of his seat and seems to almost want to cram himself out the train window. His fractured jibbering is curious though and he wonders if it's just a knee-jerk sort of flowing of words more than made to really make sense. Fear can do funny things to a person. He really shouldn't tease the poor stranger so, but he can't help himself. He's miserable, if he's honest, so he's getting amusement out of someone else's misery. It's not a nice thing to do, but he never claimed to be a nice man. In fact... more often than not, he says otherwise.
(Though anyone who really gets to know Dorian, knows that's not entirely true either.)
He's seems satisfied when the other finally pushes the staff away, perfectly fine looking fingers touching the skull briefly as it's shoved back. Dorian notes the gentle flick of static, which is odd, because he's not exuding any sort of energy and the staff specializes in ice attacks typically. He's not sure what the particular tang in the air he gets off of it is from, but he's soon to find out.
Suddenly the Skull shifts and rattles in the crook of the staff, jaw flexing and opening to spew cold puffs of frigid air as it gasps and wheezes. It then starts speaking what sounds like Latin, but isn't.
Dorian stares at the thing, somewhat amazed and flabbergasted. It's speaking ancient Tevene, which he barely knows a few words of, like the swears... which he definitely hears in the angry sounding things the other is barking. Clearly questions, and he can only guess as to what. Where am I? what happened? why can't I feel my legs? Who are you? etc.]
What did--How did you do that?? [He's absolutely intrigued by the power, and the smile that creeps over his expression is nothing sort of childish delight. The rest of the train isn't all that happy with the angry and somewhat loud skull just rambling away demanding answers in a tongue none of them fully understand.]
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(Though anyone who really gets to know Dorian, knows that's not entirely true either.)
He's seems satisfied when the other finally pushes the staff away, perfectly fine looking fingers touching the skull briefly as it's shoved back. Dorian notes the gentle flick of static, which is odd, because he's not exuding any sort of energy and the staff specializes in ice attacks typically. He's not sure what the particular tang in the air he gets off of it is from, but he's soon to find out.
Suddenly the Skull shifts and rattles in the crook of the staff, jaw flexing and opening to spew cold puffs of frigid air as it gasps and wheezes. It then starts speaking what sounds like Latin, but isn't.
Dorian stares at the thing, somewhat amazed and flabbergasted. It's speaking ancient Tevene, which he barely knows a few words of, like the swears... which he definitely hears in the angry sounding things the other is barking. Clearly questions, and he can only guess as to what. Where am I? what happened? why can't I feel my legs? Who are you? etc.]
What did--How did you do that?? [He's absolutely intrigued by the power, and the smile that creeps over his expression is nothing sort of childish delight. The rest of the train isn't all that happy with the angry and somewhat loud skull just rambling away demanding answers in a tongue none of them fully understand.]