Thread: Rise of the Demon Forge: A Hidden Danger? (Razgriz x Karameida)

Unknown The strangely-dressed man sat in the baking sun for only a short while though his skin did not seem to burn despite the intense heat, it did receive a reprieve from the unforgiving rays as a familiar figure of Death City came to his aid. He did not stir even once as the neko-witch from Death City inspected his unmoving form, his ears impenetrable to the utterances of her sweet voice as her yellow hues looked for any signs of life. He would have no idea that he'd been found, let alone by someone like Death City's own mischievous magical cat he also did not groan or really have any sort of reaction to her attempting to lift even just his shoulder, further showing just how deep into this state of unconsciousness he really was. Though it seemed like Blair did have a few tricks up her sleeve, or lack thereof as she'd removed her jacket, or at the very least some new and inventive ways to utilize her squash-based magic his heavy body was lifted effortlessly onto the titanic pumpkin before zipping off towards the desert city. His short platinum hair fluttered wildly in the wind as their short journey continued many of the residents looked up to see the signature of one of Death City's most powerful magic-users zoom over their heads, their hands and voices rising up to greet her even if they were ignored. However, instead of the hospital to receive medical treatment, she opted to take him back to her current residence The house of one Soul and Maka Albarn, the latter following in her mother's footsteps of marrying her Weapon partner. Though perhaps it was for the best at least he wouldn't be potentially overwhelmed by a lot of curious new faces. The house itself had been refurbished rather nicely though with Blair's newest 'acquisition', much of it would prove to be undone despite it not really being his fault. His bulk caused a vase to be dropped on the floor, several pieces of furniture to get knocked over, and various other bits of domestic mayhem. By the time he was moved to the larger bed in the house, the residence looked like someone had robbed the place and literally left nothing unturned. Even the bed itself upon which the stranger laid seemed to be on the verge of joining its other brethren in ruin the frame creaked from the massive weight of his form, and there was a noticeable bend as the center sagged from the load. His large bare feet, red from the stone that he walked on, hung almost a foot and half from the lower edge of the bed, and his hands hung over the sides. Well, at least he might be able to reach the higher shelves if he awoke and be of some use. The hours dragged by, the man rescued from the heat of the desert still laying unconscious on the true owner's own bed thoughts soon began to stir in his head, the neurons in his brain beginning to refire and activate. One by one, the vital bodily systems rebooted, breathing more and more life into him. Eventually, his eyes twitched and parted to reveal shiny, navy-blue irises his pupils dilated to adjust to the new levels of light, his vision traveling all over the room. He soon sat up, his broad back resting against the headboard and the frame creaking even more as the weight was redistributed. He looked down to his hands and arms, flexing his fingers and arms as if to see how his body had recovered. Little did he realize the company he had, or rather whose company he been made.