[Mizael has not actually run into a golem yet (which is probably lucky for them), but he's almost certainly going to. Standing out in the rain until he's soaked is going to result in a whole lot of water dripping onto the floor later, after all.
Not that he really cares. Rain (and water in general, really) that's only cold and doesn't burn is a novelty that hasn't quite worn off yet--despite this seeming to be the only weather this world has--and he couldn't care less how wet he gets in experiencing it. That's something of a novelty too, after all.
Still, it is also cold, and it's almost uncomfortably so. It might be about time to get back under cover soon...]
[ Research on the Sundered ]
[This seems suspicious as hell...but if it means making some progress toward finding a way back home...
(which really shouldn't be nearly as difficult as these humans are making it out to be, but it is a new world with new magic and new rules, which is why he spends almost the entire time asking questions about what exactly they're doing and how this magic is supposed to work)...
He doesn't regret helping, not exactly, but after the third time his surroundings flicker into a red and pink crystalline world in which he is utterly alone, he practically snarls and throws his fist at the nearest wall--and nearly through it.]
You coward--stop playing these games and come out and face me!
[Who he's talking to at this point--Vector, Don Thousand, those idiotic humans and their complicated magic--he doesn't really know, but it doesn't really matter either in the face of the stack reminder of everything he's lost in the last few days.]
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[Mizael has not actually run into a golem yet (which is probably lucky for them), but he's almost certainly going to. Standing out in the rain until he's soaked is going to result in a whole lot of water dripping onto the floor later, after all.
Not that he really cares. Rain (and water in general, really) that's only cold and doesn't burn is a novelty that hasn't quite worn off yet--despite this seeming to be the only weather this world has--and he couldn't care less how wet he gets in experiencing it. That's something of a novelty too, after all.
Still, it is also cold, and it's almost uncomfortably so. It might be about time to get back under cover soon...]
[ Research on the Sundered ]
[This seems suspicious as hell...but if it means making some progress toward finding a way back home...
(which really shouldn't be nearly as difficult as these humans are making it out to be, but it is a new world with new magic and new rules, which is why he spends almost the entire time asking questions about what exactly they're doing and how this magic is supposed to work)...
He doesn't regret helping, not exactly, but after the third time his surroundings flicker into a red and pink crystalline world in which he is utterly alone, he practically snarls and throws his fist at the nearest wall--and nearly through it.]
You coward--stop playing these games and come out and face me!
[Who he's talking to at this point--Vector, Don Thousand, those idiotic humans and their complicated magic--he doesn't really know, but it doesn't really matter either in the face of the stack reminder of everything he's lost in the last few days.]