I'm looking to isolate me //private with ghostspirit// terra incognita baby

Tiresias saw him in his mind’s eye— not completely formed, with a face and a body, but instead appearing to be made up of other things, other... spirits? They were not just one. The vision flickered out of his mind as he heard the chair next to him creak, indicating that someone must have put their weight on it, leading it to make noises. He tilted his head to face towards this person, and realized that this was likely the man he was looking for. Despite his prediction, Tiresias was not ready when he heard his voice. It was a strange experience— many different voices, but instead of coming from around him, they were coming all from within this one body, this one form. It was a strange audio sensation. At his question— well, it was really more rhetorical— Tir nodded. “And you’re Warsaw.” He paused. “In body, at least. I suppose it would be incorrect to call all of you Warsaw.”

Tiresias had noticed that when he had lost his sight, he started feeling less... self conscious. He cared less about people's stares, and focused more on what they were saying. He used to concern himself with whether or not he properly passed, if people were paying attention to him, if he was in large crowds. However, when you couldn't see the people around you, it was less of a worry. He straightened up slightly in his seat, crossing one leg over the other. "That was me, yes." It wasn't exactly true... anymore. At least not in the conventional way. Reading the stars was difficult to do when he could not see them. "Do you know anything more than what he told us?" he asked. He wasn't sure he wanted to trust this person yet, as they seemed... a bit strange. He wasn't sure how to put it. He wanted to wait to give any information.

Tiresias held his cane, really more of a staff, in his hands, and ran his hands thoughtfully over the intricate designs engraved in the wood as he listened to what they had to say. "Yes." He muttered, head tilted down. "I feel it too." The presence had only made itself known when his eyesight was torn from him, and as he started really paying attention to the things he had glimpsed when he shut his eyes. Even now, without even the sensation of closed eyes he had had when he could see, he felt like he could... see things, see them moving in the dark. "I'd like to meet Warsaw," he stated simply as he escaped that train of thought. In the strange form he could sense in front of him, he wondered if Warsaw would be just as prominent.

Tiresias waited for just a moment before he sensed the strange mess of spirits taking a backseat. He nodded to Warsaw, noticing that he seemed a bit nervous in his tone. Interesting. Tiresias felt that he was being more level-headed than he expected himself to be. He didn't like so many people around. He leaned his staff carefully on the table, and reached out a hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, Warsaw." After shaking his hand, he paused. Then, looked around. He sensed it. "The High Priest will approach us very soon," he announced, keeping his voice low, as to not attract unwanted attention.

Tiresias was wondering if he should order a drink to wait when Warsaw corrected him. Strange. He could've sworn he saw some sort of powerful presence in this room. "Thank you, I'll be able to know who she is when I see her now," he said, quite sarcastically. He didn't mean it in an angry way, although it might sound like it-- it was just a joke. He jumped, having been paying little attention, as well as being unable to sense her weaker presence as well. He spun, annoyed. "Of course I am. And you are Natshi?" He adjusted his blindfold, and suddenly didn't seem angry anymore, just... sad. "Oh, Natshi. Oh, my dear, I have seen you." He shook his head. "I couldn't bear to tell you how." He was good at speaking in a way that sounded sincere. He shook his head once again, turning towards Warsaw. "And we should get to business first, shouldn't we?"

Tiresias looked more amused than anything at the question she started to ask. He liked it when people asked him stuff like that. He could make things up to mess with them. "I'm more than happy to inform," he said. He stood up, hearing, once again, the chair creaking and shifting as they took their weight off it. Tiresias smiled. "I have to resort to the old ways, you see. Every day I hunt myself down some sort of prey, and when one slices it open, you can tell the future just like looking at the stars." He took up his cane so he could use it to navigate the ground. "I'll need ample supply once we get up to the halos, of course. The only living things up there are humans... but I'll make do." He smiled, again, at Natshi. "Shall we proceed?"

Tiresias shrugged, and said, "Well, I thought she was quite kind. Reminds me of my mother." He smiled, and although there might have been some sarcasm in that smile, it wasn't immediately obvious. He stood up, and leaned unnecessarily on his staff. He seemed to tilt his head slightly, and realized that the woman had gone. He turned towards the direction of Warsaw's voice. "You know how to get up there?" he asked, seeming slightly doubtful. He turned again towards the door to the tavern. Well, if she was gone now, he could relocate her. He reached behind him to pull his hood up-- if they were going outside, he knew it was going to still be raining.

Tiresias was momentarily silent until he slowly nodded. "Alright," he said simply. He wondered if Warsaw was considered crazy, wherever he was from. His own powers allowed him to see the other entities contained within his body, but other people weren't aware of it. It must be strange to be seeing his personality changing without really "seeing" it. He nodded to Warsaw, and offered an elbow for him to take. Although Tiresias prided himself in being able to navigate anywhere by himself, he liked a little help now and then. "'Let us go then, you and I," he said, "When the evening is spread out against the sky..." He turned his face up towards the sky, sensing the stars. "Like a patient, etherized upon the table.' Do you know Eliot?" The question was quite sudden as he turned to Warsaw with a curious look.

"No," said Tiresias, with a little laugh. He supposed it made sense that no one knew what he was talking about. "Nice to meet you, Eli, but I'm referring to T.S. Eliot. Wrote some poetry. Modernist. He used to be rather well-known." Tiresias preferred poetry and books quite a bit over people, if he was being honest. When he had realized that he was going to be blind, he had hurried to the library he knew, knowing of some sort of alphabet, some way for him to still be able escape. He had searched through the abandoned shelves until he found them, stolen them off, and wrapped them up in a blanket to hide under his bed. There weren't many, but there were enough. He had ran his fingers over the Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock so many times that his fingertips had started to feel numb when he first discovered it.

Tiresias nodded gently in reply. It wasn't clear how much he was listening to the conversation, as his eyes were obviously not pointed towards Warsaw and he was quiet, but he seemed to be processing what he said. He was, however, having a bit of difficulty on the cobblestone-- that texture was hell to navigate when one did not have eyes to see where they were going. Tiresias stumbled once, only once, and grabbed Warsaw, almost falling onto him. He quickly regained balance, however. He was used to it. "Words are powerful," he mused. "One word can change the entire meaning of a sentence. Even one that is just slightly different in definition."