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[PrivateNomad]

The man lets out a chuckle and nods, walking forward. He passes behind a column.

He can see that the man doesn't come from behind the column--only a complete copy of Lionan.

[SOLDIER First]

"Wh-what? _{Are you a shapeshifter, sir?"}

[PrivateNomad]

 "You could call me a shapeshifter..." himself says as he steps in front of him.
 "You may call me Bartimaeus, 5,000 year old entity of the void."

[SOLDIER First]

What.

"F-five... five thousand..?!"

[PrivateNomad]

 "Five thousand in my world, at least."

[SOLDIER First]

"I... I didn't know...
I apologize for my earlier rudeness, Mister Bartimaeus.."

[PrivateNomad]

 "Damn right. Even King Gilgamesh wasn't as barbaric as you were."

[SOLDIER First]

_{"I have anger issues..."}

[Vgray]

Tasrak is exiting the club.

"Pardon me."

[kj1225]

With a sigh Christ walks up to Bartimaeus and gives him a blank stare.

[SOLDIER First]

Lionan looks frantically between Tasrak and Christ and sweat drops.

[PrivateNomad]

Bartimaeus ignores Lionan and turns to Christ.
 "My, you're a fallen angel aren't you?"

[Vgray]

"New people. Identical new people at that."

[SOLDIER First]

"He, uh, is a shapeshifter.."

[PrivateNomad]

 "Not just a shapeshifter mind you, I'm an uncreated. I don't exist."