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

"Like real-life magic," said Tiresias, with a sideways smile, almost playful, almost teasing, but pleasant. Friendlier than before. He took note of Warsaw's voice changing. So far, he had been doing his best to count the other voices he had heard, but this one was different, quite near to his normal voice, so he suspected that it was probably just him, just... different. He wondered what prompted it. Was he getting tired, maybe? Or just excited? Having strong emotions? He supposed he may find out, if they continued working together. "So, do you mind explaining to me what you can do?" He could figure it out himself, but that could be tiring for him. Besides, it was more polite to ask.

Tiresias nodded at his explanation, seeming to listen carefully. He placed a finger on his lips thoughtfully, appearing like he was trying to fully process it. He wondered how to explain his own power. He barely understood it himself sometimes. He walked down the stone on the balls of his feet. He actually preferred it that way. Walking normally was occasionally a bit odd for him, a bit uncomfortable, as he'd walked toes-first for most of his life. "That's quite interesting," he said quietly. "Would you say you are a sort of... vessel?"

Tiresias didn't know what to do with feelings. He turned away from Warsaw, looking a bit uncomfortable with his confession, a bit put off. Usually, he just repressed it all until it was mildly unhealthy. He rubbed the back of his neck, somewhat unsure of what to say. "I... It's fine," he said quickly, and then tried to think of a way to change the topic. "So, where are you from? Do you... live with anyone?" It was a stupid question, but he wanted to learn more about this person, to at least gather some basic info, about how he lived, who he was.

As Tiresias walked, he allowed himself to make his mind blank. The path began looking different in his mind's eye, meaning it started to actually look like something, as without eyes he couldn't see it physically. He noticed something up ahead. He kept quiet. He just barely heard the end of Warsaw's question. "Hm?" he said, then remembering what he had asked before he went into thought, he answered. "Right, in the middle of the woods. Log cabin. Real cozy. You can visit sometime." He seemed distracted, like he was counting his footsteps. He tightened his grip on his staff.

Tiresias didn't even pause at the fork in the road, and gently tugged Warsaw behind him as he headed down the path to the left. He only knew why Warsaw had stopped when he had spoken. While he saw the other forks in his head, it seemed obvious which one he should take. He did see other things down here, however. He turned to Warsaw. "In 100 steps-- count from the end of this sentence-- stop walking." He then turned back towards the front as if nothing happened. He knew something bad was going to happen, but he was afraid if he explained to Warsaw, he would want to turn back.

As they reached the point where they stopped, Tiresias pulled his arm away from Warsaw, and took two more steps forward. Then, he took his staff in both hands, and held it up. Quite suddenly, a large alien creature, the size of a big dog, leapt from the bushes, as if attempting to ambush them. Neatly, almost as if he was trained, Tiresias let him land on his staff, and flipped it, making it so the creature was on the ground on its back, with Tiresias holding the staff over its chest while it wriggled and screamed. He pushed the staff threateningly closer to its throat.

Tiresias heard the second person only after Warsaw had removed their weapon. He adjusted so his knee was placed on the alien monster's chest instead of his staff, and turned, pointing it towards the stranger. He twisted it, and with a click, a blade appeared out of the end, one not very long, but close to a spear in design. The blade wouldn't go in deep, but the long staff meant there wasn't much of a possibility that any sort of close-range weapon could touch him. "What do you want?" he asked in low, nearly calm voice.

Tiresias looked up at him, frowning angrily, then slowly got up off the creature. He kept the end of the staff pointed at the alien owner, however. He didn't trust him. He didn't know a lot of people who only carried one weapon. He tilted his head indicatively towards the pet, and then towards the alien. He motioned vaguely in a way that meant for the creature to shoo, to get out of there. "Take your pet and go, bud."

Tiresias twisted the staff, and the blade at the end slid back in. He nodded to Warsaw in agreement. Those creatures didn't seem very set on their goal. Most muggers went away with any sort of resistance, not exactly being the kind of critters to fight honorably. He turned his face towards Warsaw at the second part. "Thank you," he said, one of the first non-sarcastic comments he had made so far. "Do you want to know why it's carved?" he asked, half casually, as he started back towards the path. As he did, he again offered the crook of his elbow to Warsaw. He liked being the one to initiate the guiding, since he felt like he was the guide instead when he started it.

Tiresias kept walking for a moment before he answered. He seemed distant, like he wasn't totally on earth-- after the incident with the alien, he was keeping a careful eye on the path ahead. He didn't want to be surprised. He answered Warsaw after just a moment, though. "Okay," he said, "It's because there's a blade in one end. If I couldn't tell which end it was on, I might hurt myself." He stared at Warsaw with a silly grin on his face for just a moment before he realized he was partly joking, then continued. "Actually, it's sort of a poem. A poem for your fingers. I can't really explain it. It was made by my grandfather, for my grandmother, who also could read the stars..." He had the memory burned into him.