Restless Wandering (OP RP)

Nomen, the one now facing Jeu, was almost somber; especially when meeting new people.

"The latest addition to your collection" his hidden hand rising and pointing to her neck.

He seemed to be a man of few words or maybe he was just secretly nervous upon rumors he has heard about her. She'd never know how much information he knew unless she continued her questioning.

"My name...My name is Nomen because I do not have or remember my proper one. I live here now; I just recently acquired my living space among the tombs." he put his hand near his shoulder.

Scurrying up and placing itself next to his head was a rather distraught and diseased looking rodent.

"Its not so bad with my current friends." giving the rat a pat with his covered hand.

"I am apparently a new member or so I am told by others. Funny really; you follow something so beautiful and full of warmth only to be brought to the cold, damp underbelly of someplace."

He was referring to the light he had followed after his latest escort.

"But that there...I believe....or am told that it isn't yours." his empty sockets hovered their gaze to her necklace

His hand froze and sunk back to his side. Retreating a centimeter or two; it was hard to tell if he was frightened or defensive.

"I had one...I had one that I lost due to unseen circumstances."

Grasping a handful of his cloak in his hand, he dug his rather sharp pointed fingers into the fabric and pulled it apart with a small ripping sound. Underneath was his clearly visible ribcage that was poorly hidden under an almost air thin layer of skin.

"Where the heart once beated stands now a bird pirched in its cage; she sings to me when its time to go seek out another."

The bird, from the looks a Canary, was a watercolor washed mix of blue and white. It had taken residence on one of his ribs, poking its talons and beak out every so often.

"Then I guess it is something I shall feel soon. I got used to my new life years ago; I hope the transition will be just as smooth."

Shifting himself, he strayed slightly away on the defense when he heard her say infestation.

"My friends. Only few come with me, I beg them not to because I know what its like for them." he said rather offensively. "My job doesn't mean I can not have friends who felt the same their entire life."

He lifted a finger and traced his own collarbone lightly.

"Being soon as an evil person with wrongful intentions wasn't what either them or I wanted."

In one swift motion, Nomen slid back away from the two new comers. Clutching his cloak and hiding his hands in his sleeves again he looked between Jeu and the others. He was looking for any scratches or claw marks; luckily he saw none.

"Y-yes you should. You need to be careful; do you know what could have happened if you do not be careful?"

The tone in his voice had shifted; he suddenly sounded stern yet fearful.

Stiffening his back and his lower jaw clicking softly, he looked side to side for a response. He was mainly in shock that someone so young had gotten so close.

"Whether intentional or not...I...I" he was lost for proper words. "Please just be careful from now on..."

Pausing he frantically dug his cloaked hand into the fog eminatting from him in search of something. He seemed more fearful now. Once feeling the glass sphere that was hidden from sight he sighed with relief. Continuing to hide his hand, he looked back at the children.

"I do not like having to follow my own rules sometimes; please...please just be more careful..."

With that soft worrisome note in his voice, he turned and headed away down the hall.

Retreating to his room, Nomen breathes a deep sigh of relief. That truly was a close one, this however brought up another question. Why and how could there be children involved? Here of all places....

"Sometimes I just hate my luck." he spoke to himself

He crept back inside a narrow crack in the wall of the catacomb and found himself in his proclaimed room. A stone slab was where he would lie and a red book stood where it was last. He felt rude for his abrupt leave, he wanted to apologize, but at this rate couldn't and found it pointless.

Aly wandered through the hall, floating lazily a few feet off the ground. She had a jar with a pair of beautiful electric blue eyes in them, and she thought they'd make a good gift. The eyes had belonged to a murder; scum of the earth, her chosen prey. She wasn't lost, and if she were she wouldn't admit it anyways.
She saw someone dart into a... A crack in the wall? a few meters ahead, and she felt a chill run down her spine. Well, that's new. There are all sorts of creatures in the cult, but she hadn't felt this in a while. Aly found herself poking her head in.
"Hullo, what're you doing back there?" She called out, her wings tucked tight against her back.