Under normal circumstances that admission might otherwise be tucked away as myriad facts about this young woman. Something to know, to use, when analyzing her and her behavior. When making certain judgment calls, when future feats of manipulation might rise. However, this is far from normal, this feeling he cannot quite shake.
None of this displays on his otherwise friendly countenance as he gives an understanding and empathetic nod. Lending her very little to make the distinction of whether or not he's from this world or another. If he can keep her in the dark, that would be preferable.]
My sympathies, I cannot well imagine how it must feel to be wrested from one's home, thus forcibly surrounded by that which is so staggeringly unfamiliar. I do so hope your stay here has not been too daunting for you?
[But before she might answer him, he looks as though he was physically struck with his realization. It's followed by a polite and measured huff of amusement. More at himself, than at Roxy.
He extends his hand to shake. It's covered in a white glove with golden arrows embroidered into the palm, from the look it's made of silk, and to the touch it's confirmed.]
Forgive me, it would seem I have forgotten myself and my manners. I am Solus zos Galvus, and it is my sincere pleasure to meet you, Miss..?
[The way that trails invites her to finish his sentence. He certainly doesn't seem to mind the threat of the money cat trying to make a play thing out of his ghost, perhaos because there's little actual threat, but also it can be pretty difficult to catch a ghost.
Afanis--the Yamask--doesn't seem too particularly bothered by the threat. Narrowing his bright yellow eyes at the other Pokémon, almost as if to say "try me".]
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Under normal circumstances that admission might otherwise be tucked away as myriad facts about this young woman. Something to know, to use, when analyzing her and her behavior. When making certain judgment calls, when future feats of manipulation might rise. However, this is far from normal, this feeling he cannot quite shake.
None of this displays on his otherwise friendly countenance as he gives an understanding and empathetic nod. Lending her very little to make the distinction of whether or not he's from this world or another. If he can keep her in the dark, that would be preferable.]
My sympathies, I cannot well imagine how it must feel to be wrested from one's home, thus forcibly surrounded by that which is so staggeringly unfamiliar. I do so hope your stay here has not been too daunting for you?
[But before she might answer him, he looks as though he was physically struck with his realization. It's followed by a polite and measured huff of amusement. More at himself, than at Roxy.
He extends his hand to shake. It's covered in a white glove with golden arrows embroidered into the palm, from the look it's made of silk, and to the touch it's confirmed.]
Forgive me, it would seem I have forgotten myself and my manners. I am Solus zos Galvus, and it is my sincere pleasure to meet you, Miss..?
[The way that trails invites her to finish his sentence. He certainly doesn't seem to mind the threat of the money cat trying to make a play thing out of his ghost, perhaos because there's little actual threat, but also it can be pretty difficult to catch a ghost.
Afanis--the Yamask--doesn't seem too particularly bothered by the threat. Narrowing his bright yellow eyes at the other Pokémon, almost as if to say "try me".]