Stopping On A Dime

"Talk" Walk

Eyes dripped with ooze, and Ignis found himself subconsciously whispering to himself. It was incoherent to anyone else but him, but it still worried his companions as they looked on with uncertainty. The crimson male stalked along the wall, muttering and shaking his head every other step as the ooze accumulated. But then he suddenly stopped, standing stock still as he listened. "Please, stop," Head lifted slowly, tail twitching as he spotted a much smaller, tan-colored male with dark markings under vibrant green eyes. Was the smaller male talking to him? His lip curled and the beginnings of a snarl could be heard, but then he stopped when the palm cockatoo landed on his back to distract him. "He ain't talkin' t' you...I think he's hearin' voices, too eh?" Ignis looked toward the stranger again, studying him for a moment as he realized the small male appeared to be infected as well.

Such a shame...he'd been able to handle the voices for the most part, but others seemed to struggle with them. How strong of mind was this male? He was curious...

Approaching the smaller stranger, Ignis stopped in front of him and eyed him with a deadpan look. "Fun, aren't they? These voices say all manner of things...but are you strong enough to ignore them? Or do they force you to listen?" His curiosity was piqued, of course. The voices always seemed to have interesting things to say, and he often wasn't opposed to doing their bidding.