I'm lost... Oh... *Open*

[Zhen Anguo]

'Guo had woken from his rituals and stumbled off to be alone for a while, he was tired, cranky and a little bit distant. The flower in his hair had improved slightly but was still somewhat wilted and was not quite its vibrant pink shade as it so often was. His Halberd was heavy on his shoulder and he felt the need to rest, so he took this as his sign to head back to Vash and Rin before they all left to go... Wherever they were going.

Then it dawned on him.

He had no idea where he was.

At all.

He was lost.

"Gods damnit!" He said through gritted teeth. Unsheathing his weapon, he threw it downwards in anger. The hideous sound of metal screeching against metal reverberated around the air before 'Guo crashed down onto the ground next to his discarded weapon in a small huff. Anger in Zhen Anguo was a rarity, given his pacifism, he just saw anger as a focal point of violence, and the last thing he wanted was violence. As such, he'd always gone out of his way to keep others happy, whether it be acting like a fool, giving up on arguements in which he was in the right, letting others do better than him, holding back, taking punches rather than giving them. All ended the violence and anger quicker than their respective opposites.

But he was young, he was allowed the odd temper tantrum, right? It didn't help that he was in the centre of a giant war machine of a nation, violence would always be a precident here and the fact he could do nothing about it merely fuelled his own anger. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he scowled, an expression not suited to his features, and cursed silently.

"Stupid country. Stupid planet. Stupid nature. Stupid me."

[Xïza Tyrmond]

"One shouldn't yell in this kingdom. It might have a calm king, but the citizens are still an angry bunch." A man in a cloak said as he walked towards him. His face was cloaked, but 2 strains of his blue hair stuck out. He looked at his halberd and picked it up, handing it towards him.
"It is a nice halberd." The man said emotionless.

[Zhen Anguo]

"The town could be full of raging, angry beserkers for all I care." He sighed as he took his halberd from the man, holding the weapon in one hand with surprising strength for a boy of his kind. "And thanks. But it's not mine, it's my dads, it's sort of a family ritual that we carry White Moon Dragon whilst we're on our pilgrimage. Not much a tradition considering only my father, brother and myself have done it... Still, my father will have my own weapon forged for when I return to Vuoto." His voice had a monotone quality to it, clearly caring little.

[Xïza Tyrmond]

"Traditions are important." The man said as he stood next to Zhen, "They are what unite people together, and can be the foundation of a society. Why are you on the ground and angry?"

[Zhen Anguo]

"Hardly a tradition." He huffed placing the weapon upon the ground next to him with a scowl, not looking directly at the man as he did so. "Two generations doesn't make it a tradition. When my grankids are taking it, I'll tell them it's a tradition. Not that I plan on having any kids."

"Besides. I'm angry because I've been forced to sell my soul to the devil and now I'm suffering the after effects. I'm sat on the floor because of those after effects." As if on cue, his stomach growled.

[Xïza Tyrmond]

"Grand legends have small beginnings." Xiza said as he stood there looking at the city around him, "Trust me, I know what it is like to have your soul taken by a devil, and feeling those effects... What is your name?" He looked at a food vendor, after hearing Zhen's stomach growling... It was very loud.

[Zhen Anguo]

"Don't bother." He said, noting how the man was looking towards the food vendor, it wasn't that type of food that he needed. The hunger would no doubt abide with time, he was beginning to feel somewhat healthier anyway.

"My name is Zhen Anguo." He said bluntly, stretching upwards like some sort of tree, with a yawn before looking across at Xiza. He wasn't planning on asking him to call him 'Guo instead, that was more for friends, normally it didn't both him when strangers did it, he just wasn't feeling all that friendly at the time being.

[Xïza Tyrmond]

"What makes you think I would buy you food?" Xiza said as he pulled out some coins and counting out the golds, then he put it back into his pocket. "Sounds like a Vuotoian name. Why would a Vuotoian be here in Chalybs? You don't seem like a business man nor a mercenary."