[ briefly, alisaie's eyes sweep over her companion, taking in the shape of him. he's wholly unfamiliar, but then, so is everyone here, that is of no real consequence. what matters is whether or not he will be useful; chances are if he chose to take part in the simulation he'd come equipped with.. well, something, right?
the magic he uses seems quite distinct, reminds her of the stories the warrior had told her of the powerful mage he'd fought at the peak of the weeping city - calofisteri, with her great swaths of hair shaped to brutal scythes.
a thoughtful frown, and alisaie touches a knuckle to her chin, raising her eyes to the ceiling that still rains dust upon them from the explosion moments ago. ]
It might, were it the correct shape. You can always give it a try and see what comes of it.
[ meanwhile, she'll be approaching the bars to peer at the guards, whose backs are, for the moment, faced toward them. ]
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the magic he uses seems quite distinct, reminds her of the stories the warrior had told her of the powerful mage he'd fought at the peak of the weeping city - calofisteri, with her great swaths of hair shaped to brutal scythes.
a thoughtful frown, and alisaie touches a knuckle to her chin, raising her eyes to the ceiling that still rains dust upon them from the explosion moments ago. ]
It might, were it the correct shape. You can always give it a try and see what comes of it.
[ meanwhile, she'll be approaching the bars to peer at the guards, whose backs are, for the moment, faced toward them. ]