A cute, young adult something with many goals and aspirations such as stealing from corporate. Some light larceny. Create low-fi hip hop beats. Stealing over a hundred dogs and keeping them. Releasing the ferrets from pet co. Mixing coffee with tons of sugar. Fake dating for money and well the list goes on. Just know he is cute, single, perfect, and can do practically no wrong as confirmed by multiple personality quizzes.
He just is basically.
<i>Damon promptly lets go of his string once he, Risako, and the chameleon emerge in the area. A bad move given the inertia of his movement but he covers his head as he scrapes across the lone square.</i>
<i>He shakily groans and covers his head with his scrapped forearms in a vain attempt to lessen the pain he feels from such a bad landing.</i>
Geez ChemChem why do you have to be so damn dramatic.
<i>He whines referring to the transformed chameleon. Some of the wider scrapes open a little wider as some time passes revealing a lattice of string inside. The strings frantically move forming new connections until the wounds patch enough to hide them again. Soon enough Damon is back on his feet with his arms at his sides. He inquires to Risako.</i>
So is it possible to make a witch our pet?
Hey big guy are you mad with me?
<i>He asks the chameleon this as the greenery around him withers into ash and dust. Damon quickly covers his mouth and nose with his elbow to avoid an ash induced coughing fit. WIth his remaining hand he hold on tight to the string and tries to hold on.</i>
Your plan better not involve a pool or lava or acid on the other side!
<i>Damon yells to Sonomi. In an attempt to steer the chameleon, he grabs on to the creature with one hand and with the other he yanks back on the strings attached to the front legs. </i>
<i>Damon lets out a relieved sigh. His ball of yarn then materializes in his hands as an idea comes to mind.</i>
Maybe we don't have to kill this creature.
<i>He glances at Riasko, before pulling a strand from his ball of yarn and swinging the ball toward the creature. If the ball is able to connect with the chameleon then it will unravel in a flurry and attempt to tie the chameleon's two front legs together.</i>
We could try to capture it and befriend it so that it doesn't hurt anyone else. Like one of those famous pocket monster games.
Damon stands behind Risako and Sonomi since they can obviously fight unlike him. He could try using the umbrella but he didn't want to damage such a nice item. So instead Damon inquires.
<i>Hey do you think the creature can be calmed into submission.</i>
Trying to calm the chameleon was pretty much all he could do.
Riii ... Sa ... Koooo! You're okay!
<i>Damon giddily yells before hugging the girl whom he mentally killed off by now. One less death to think about in the future for him and she brought another person that could potentially fight. He liked this new situation. He gazes at Sonomi and asks.</i>
So whomst are ya?
<i>Suddenly his head hurts a little from a shrill cry and he turns back around to see the nearby threat.</i>
Anyone got a plan or are we winging this like always?
<i>Damon falls back in awe over the chameleon's activity. He seems to be awed a lot maybe. He quickly ponders the possibily of writing a book on everything he had seen so far. It could be a new fantasy series minus the part where he freaked out. Damon does not notice the mask as he thinks about the schematics of publishing a lucrative children's book franchise. It'll be like the wizard of oz only about ten times better.</i>
<i>Damon emerges from the tree with his neck craning at all angles as his eyes try to drink in the surrounding vista.</i>
Woah this is like Narnia or Thedas.
<i>He tiredly murmurs to himself. The strange creatures stirring up old memories created from books. As he reminisces on old bibliophile times he stuffs his yarn into his pockets and checks to make sure that he still has the gifts. Satisfied he looks once more and notices the card shaped creatures. An idea pops into his head.</i>
If I make it there maybe I could meet up with princess again.
<i>Hmm Damon would probably have to stop talking to himself soon before it becomes some weird quirk of his. Shoving that thought aside he does the only thing he can really do and tries to judge the distance between himself and the best below. If the drop is too big he will reconsider his options but if its survivable then he will climb down as much as he can and then allow himself to fall to it with umbrella outstretched to slow his fall.</i>
Damon grins. He was able to catch the gist of what might have been on the creature's mind from the change in mood. He proceeds to blink and is suddenly in a new room. He notices the single exit and with a tight grip on his two gift he heads toward it.
Damon gets a pencil from the creature. Hooray? Damon doesn't know how to react to this so he gently smiles. As his mind reels for something to say that wouldn't make the creature desire to kill him. He continually picks up on the creature's nervous feelings but given the apparent language barrier between them it's hard to do much about it. Damon looks around and around until his gaze just stares at the pencil in his hand. He stares and stares soon enough something does come to mind.
Damon suddenly grins and pets the creature. He then crouches down and tries to write on the floor with his newly gifted pencil. He tries to write out "hello". Hopefully the creature can read or maybe understand the combination of words and language.
So no words huh? Alright we can work with that.
<i>Damon sensing the emotional change in the creature allows himself to settle back into a relax stance. He awaits the creature's approach but does not let go of the umbrella. As he waits he does ask.</i>
Is my friend perhaps okay?