Variks leaned further through the cracked door, studying the human silently. He wore his fur lined tabard with the symbol of House Judgement, and of course his helmeted mask to aid in breathing the non-ether filled air. His two upper arms appeared to be cybernetic, with the one on his right side torn right off. The boy didn't appear armed and the Scribe's head tilted thoughtfully as two of his hands curled around the doors edge. He still stood curled forward, and not standing at his full height.
"Who are you?" He asked finally, accented words trilling. "How do you know Variks?" A series of clicks followed before he spoke again. "Do you know...the Guardians?" Other than Ben, Variks wasn't used to visitors that didn't know him from his own universe. He too, didn't use any threatening body language. Just careful caution that was laced with curiousity.
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Date: 2022-01-06 06:55 am (UTC)"Who are you?" He asked finally, accented words trilling. "How do you know Variks?" A series of clicks followed before he spoke again. "Do you know...the Guardians?" Other than Ben, Variks wasn't used to visitors that didn't know him from his own universe. He too, didn't use any threatening body language. Just careful caution that was laced with curiousity.