11-13-2014, 02:57 AM
Kuzan lazily waved a hand before his eyes, batting uselessly at the dust that had settled lightly on his eyebrows, and swept his eyes over the immediate area. He had a faint, nagging feeling that he was missing something about that poor sap that had run off, but after several more seconds without incident, he let it pass. He turned his attention back to the hole in the midst of the path. A fine layer of dust had settled over the poor horses still stuck at its bottom, even though most of it had blown away.
As he plucked his glasses from his face, wiping off the dust and frost accumulated on them on his coat, he pursed his lips, tilting his head to one side as a sudden thought struck him. He took another look around, replacing his glasses as he turned back to the pit, taking a short, hopping step out over it to drop down beside his horse. "I have a feeling I know where all the dirt that was in this pit went."
Still waving dust out of the air before him, and giving the occasional sputter as dust that had worked its way into his helmet found its way into his mouth, Ornstein made his own way down into the pit. "Oh?" He gave a short sneeze, finally seeming to get his helm dust-free. "And where would that be?"
By way of answer, Kuzan simply brushed off a bit of dust from his injured steed, and tossed it lazily into the air. It spread out into a faint cloud, and dissipated in the faint breeze. A tilt of the head, and several moments of silence later, the Dragonslayer caught on. "Ah. Quite the odd trick." He settled himself down near his horse, and set about the process of returning his steed to the Omnilium which it had been summoned from.
Kuzan simply gave a shrug. "Not as odd as some things I've seen." Even during his relatively short time here, he had already seen more oddities. But he said nothing to that effect, simply extracting his injured horse back to its component Omnilium.
Within a handful of minutes, the process was complete. And the former Admiral and the Dragonslayer leapt lightly out of the pit.
As he plucked his glasses from his face, wiping off the dust and frost accumulated on them on his coat, he pursed his lips, tilting his head to one side as a sudden thought struck him. He took another look around, replacing his glasses as he turned back to the pit, taking a short, hopping step out over it to drop down beside his horse. "I have a feeling I know where all the dirt that was in this pit went."
Still waving dust out of the air before him, and giving the occasional sputter as dust that had worked its way into his helmet found its way into his mouth, Ornstein made his own way down into the pit. "Oh?" He gave a short sneeze, finally seeming to get his helm dust-free. "And where would that be?"
By way of answer, Kuzan simply brushed off a bit of dust from his injured steed, and tossed it lazily into the air. It spread out into a faint cloud, and dissipated in the faint breeze. A tilt of the head, and several moments of silence later, the Dragonslayer caught on. "Ah. Quite the odd trick." He settled himself down near his horse, and set about the process of returning his steed to the Omnilium which it had been summoned from.
Kuzan simply gave a shrug. "Not as odd as some things I've seen." Even during his relatively short time here, he had already seen more oddities. But he said nothing to that effect, simply extracting his injured horse back to its component Omnilium.
Within a handful of minutes, the process was complete. And the former Admiral and the Dragonslayer leapt lightly out of the pit.
"Hold on a second, I have a call..."
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"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."
"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."