The villagers had warmed up to the influx of strangers now so he hoped to hold a solid conversation with a few of them. The first person he tried to catch the attention of perked, looked at him and waved but it was only after he'd waved back that he realized their gaze was actually through him.
There wasn't much to be had there, now was there? Sighing, Dekana wrote the person off as rude and continued on his way. Maybe somebody, somewhere, knew a little something about the circumstances he found himself in.
He had no real clue as to where he was or what, exactly, was going on in the town – the Miasma was just a phenomenon that was happening, the creatures in the hills were just monsters to be dealt with... never mind the fact that they were infected with this Miasma. It reminded him a bit of rabies, the makes-you-crazy disease, and he wondered briefly if it was related in some way to the Zombies among his school's number. Did they have some version of the Miasma?
Regardless, he still didn't know how to get away. The bus snake was long gone and nobody had showed up to collect the wayward students... did that mean the school didn't even know they were missing? If that was the case... was this a pocket dimension of some sort? He had no idea.
It would explain why nobody had come, though, wouldn't it? If it was a separate dimension, it'd be harder to communicate and the normal laws that governed his kind would quite possibly be different. The people would be different – and they definitely were! That was his running theory then, the giant snake had somehow broken a dimensional barrier and tossed them all into the weird zone.
He laughed, what a theory! Stranger things had happened, sure, but he'd not really ever been a part of them until now. This'd make a fantastic story to tell his friends back at the academy!
Dekana wandered for a while, trying to find a way to engage in conversations but hadn't really found the right moment to break into a group or interrupt a person having lunch.
He was standing on the corner of a street, contemplating getting something else done, when he met the gaze of a haggered old man and he sort of smiled at the youth. Taking that as an opening, Dekana meandered over and sat down across from the man.
"Hello. I don't suppose you know much about the village? What is the miasma?" Dekana figured starting with something he still held a knowledge gap about would be the best approach - common, simple.
The only response he got, however, was a silent glower that dared him to ask further questions.
Dekana's brow furrowed at the cold response, energy flaring off him, rolling from his shoulders and elbows as he leaned in close, teeth bared, "I ask because I'm pretty sure I've seen enough of it to know it's not good. You're all so eager for help but not a one likes to explain anything about anything." He glanced away, thoughtful for a moment, "Perhaps you're waiting for us to perish? Well, I got news for you, we don't kill easy."
His tail lashed about, breaking a chair as he stoof, a hand on hip, "You think about that. Your guests are goblins and ghouls and the monsters that make things go bump in the night. You don't want to cross them, not if you value your life." He laughed cruelly and walked away, unaware the aura had not yet faded away.
It was obvious - he was suffering a minor Miasma infection.
OOC
Character Name:Dekana Faction: Monster Student Appearance: LInk! Miasma meter 34 (Students: Every time you gain Miasma, multiply it by x2. So, in a prompt if you gain +2 miasma, it is actually +4 for you.)
Items obtained: Herbivore Egg, Whale Fin, Rusted Key, Old Saddle, Giant Snake Egg Knowledge: Village shaped like an S.
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