"Dolled 'em." He pointed to the men, who'd stopped shrinking and were, as he had implied, turned to dolls. He picked them both up, showing them to Karia.
"It gives me total control over them. I do it a lot." Sam shrugged a bit.
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"Hmm…" Karia inspected the dolls in the man's hand, a thoughtful expression on his face. "That is a very interesting power you have." He looked up at the man, a crooked grin on his face. "What's your name?"
"Samuel," Sam said simply. He let Karia examine the dolls, then slipped them into his pocket.
"And you are?"
"Nice to meet you, Samuel. I'm Karia." He nodded his head politly at Sam, shoulder-lenght hair falling into his face. "Thank you for helping me those annoyances," Karia added, brushing his hair behind his ears.
Sam nodded back.
"You as well. And of course." Sam let out a breath.
"How would you have dealt with them?"
Karia laughed. "If I had a sword, they would have been dead. Alas, it was my day off. It's hard to walk through the city like a normal person with a weapon as big as that." He reached up and touched his cheek. "It's weird they knew this face, though…" Karia trailed off, then shook his head.
Sam tilted his head a bit.
"I'm to take it it's not your normal one?" He was calm. He did turn people into dolls, after all.
"No." Karia shook his head. He changed his appearance every time he had a day off so people wouldn't recognize him. It hadn't worked this time, though, which was extremely annoying.
Sam nodded a bit.
"I don't much mind people recognizing me. If they do, well…" Sam shrugged a bit.
"More toys for me."
"That makes sense." Karia shrugged. Normally, he wasn't too worried about people recognizing him. But it was the one day when he didn't have to worry about all that. As if on cue, a shout came from down the street. Karia glanced towards the noise to see a bigger group of people running down the street towards them.
"Get both of them!" One of the people yelled, eyes locked on the two men.
Sam looked over at the group of people.
"Fight or flee?" He asked calmly, pulling his knife or again just in case.
"Hmm… I'd say flee," Karia sighed and glanced at Sam. "How opposed would you be to me getting us out of this one?" He asked. "I can teleport and I think it would be easier than trying to lose them on foot." He hadn't teleported just yet because he was holding out on the hope that this day would get back to normal. Unfortunetly, it seemed this day was lost. Karia held out his hand to the man– he couldn't bring someone along with them unless he had physical contact with them.
"I don't mind at all." Sam took the man's hand, sighing a bit.
"I've a feeling we're both going to find a lot more people trying to hunt is down now, especially since we've been seen together."
"Perfect." Karia gave the people running towards them a quick grin before both he and Sam disappeared in a flash of soft gold light. They reappeared in the middle of one of Karia's apartments. It was a bit– no, it was really run down, but it was also someplace no one would look for him at. "Heh, do you have people after you too?" He asked, looking over at Sam.
"Of course. I can't magicially tell when people are watching me, so some slip through the cracks. People don't really like it when you steal others and bins their soul to you for all time." Sam shrugged.
"No big deal."
"I can understand that." Karia nodded and let go of Sam's hand. "Well, welcome to my humble… uh, lodging, I guess." He laughed and gestured around. "We should be fine to stay here for a little, at least. No one has found this place yet."
Sam nodded a bit.
"I usually just squat in places like this." He looked around, indifferent.
"Mmm." Karia walked to one of his armchairs and flopped onto it. "Please, make yourself comfortable." He waved at the other chair. "Sorry if I took you out of something important, by the way." Karia leaned his head back, staring at the stain ceiling. This was not how he wanted his day to go, but at least he'd met someone interesting. Karia tilted his chin forward to give Sam a once-over.
Ssam sat down as well, crossing his legs. He seemed disinterested, in most everything. He wore older clothes, and nothing really stood out about him.
"I don't usually have things to do."
"Hmm." Karia squeezed his eyes shut, casually debating whether or not he should shift back to his regular form. "That's good. I wish I didn't usually have things to do." He sighed and opened his eyes again. Sam looked uninterested and totally normal. Still, his power to change people into dolls was definitely not normal or uninteresting.
Sam shrugged a bit.
"I don't function well in society, even without my tendency to capture people." His attitude usually drove off normal people, with mumbles of how they get weird feelings about that man. The only people that weren't were people with a similar disregard for human life.
"Oh, I see." Karia nodded. He didn't really care if Sam saw his normal face, did he? No, not really. He sighed, his features shifting back to their normal places. His hair stayed the same color– he'd been too lazy to change it, which was probably why he'd gotten attacked in the first place. It was stupid to think that different features and skin colors could disguise him enough. The people following him had probably just gone after anyone with turquoise hair. Oops.
Sam was unaffected as Karia's face rearranged.
"What now?" He pulled out one of the dolls he'd gotten that day, fiddling with it a bit. He favorite thing about his dolls? They were all very much still conscious of what was going on, and what had happened to them.
"Oh, I don't know. I kind of want to finish my day off…" Karia trailed off, sitting up in the chair. "I was going to a restaurant for dinner when those guys appeared. Would you want to come with me?" He leaned forward, honey-colored eyes excited. Karia wanted to learn more about this man and hoped he would accept his invitation.
Sam thought a moment.
"Sure, I don't see why not." He twisted the arm of his doll off, just the faintest scream coming from it. He sat up a bit, uncrossing his legs.
"Where is it?"