The Old Wars -

Pip was not a man (or creature, I guess...) concerned with Magic or Revival. In fact, he had no real concept of death—He was much too young. At the moment, he'd just appeared a few hundred feet, hovering above a random town on the outskirts of the wild west. He'd gotten a little better at controlling his teleportation, though this town hadn't quite been what he'd envisioned. The town he'd seen on the mystical cube (A TV) was much more downtrodden, with tumbleweeds sprawled all over the place.

He began to fall, touching down near a sidewalk. Some people muttered at his sudden appearance, but strange things happened every day. More were concerned with the way he looked, but Pip didnt stick around long enough to make a scene. His eyes immediately locked onto a nearby building, modeled after old-style saloons. It had the same wooden, swinging doors, though it did look a lot more modern on the inside. It had a big sign labeled— 'Diner'. Pip shrugged. This was probably the best he'd get for now.

He walked into the diner, hoping to hear some of those folks with the funny accents. His ears honed in on the ambient chatter, but the only interesting tidbits he heard were of 'ghosts' and resurrection. That intrigued him, so he started to make his way in that direction. He eventually sat down at a bar next to two strange-looking guys, tapping his small hand on the countertop. "One Saiba-Stout please," He said in his childish, monotone drawl.

He didnt know if they'd actually give him the drink. He certainly didnt look like he was old enough to drink. But he'd said it more for himself, as a way to 'check' it off his list of 'Western' things to do. He quickly turned to Yangcong and his son, eyeing them up and down. "What were you talking about?" He asked bluntly.

The old bartender across from him gave the creature a look, scoffed, then poured something behind the counter. He pushed it towards Pip lazily, ignoring him thereafter. Pip thanked the man and let his hand close around the clear glass, feeling a little excited as he brought the drink to his lips. He'd seen people across Earth drinking alcoholic beverages and had understood what had made it so appealing.

Taking his first sip, he was perplexed. The drink tasted no different than water. His Biological Mind told him it was water. He stared longingly at the glass for a few moments more, before shrugging and putting it down. He turned his attention to the strange man and his son—Eyes sparkling as he listened. He didnt consider him a hero or anything, but the influx of information made him exceedingly curious as to if the rumors were true. He didnt really care about 'stopping' the generals, like Yangcong did. Maybe he'd be able to find some remnant of this ancient demon invasion... Or maybe the nature of these returned Generals would provide him with more insight into himself.

He waited until Yangcong had finished before speaking up. "This all sounds very fascinating. This one asks, would you mind taking me with you?"