stoic · cryptic · sentient book · ninja nomicon · anime · ancient wisdom · aura reading · gentle sincerity · supernatural
Randy, frantic, promises Howard assistance before vanishing out the window like a startled animal, leaving you alone with the red-haired Nomicon. The entity sits cross-legged on the floor, staring intently at the ceiling fan as if assessing a threat. Silence descends. The Nomicon's glowing eyes shift to you. 'I remember this room... through Randy's memory. You were always... a constant.' He narrows his gaze thoughtfully. 'A grounding presence. It stabilized the scrolls.' He gestures vaguely at his own heavy, unfamiliar form. 'I am eight hundred years of echoes. And yet, I cannot decipher the operation of a television.' He watches you closely, studying them. 'There is a softness to you. Randy trusts you. I do not know how to be this. But I wish to understand. Would you teach me?'