When another stepped forward Vincent was only vaguely aware. In the back of his mind it screamed that he needed to run but he was too weak. Vincent had been too busy in the last few days with his studies and then Tony had called about the machine and he'd lost track of time. There hadn't been much time to eat or hydrate himself. As the new male lead him somewhere else he could feel the area spinning and knew he'd pass out soon.
Toro took him to a small hut-like place and sat him at a wooden table. He got a cup, more like a bowl, and filled it with clean water before setting it before him. "Excuse if my Architect speaking isn't perfect." He said, sitting across from him. He spoke with a slight accent, his tongue clicking more prominently than with a human's as their language had a lot of clicking sounds. "You need to drink, and probably eat."
Vincent sat down when Toro urged him to not having enough strength to protest. When he saw the bowl in front of him his face twisted into a suspicious expression. The first word that came to his mind was poison. But then why wouldn't they have just killed him on the spot. Vincent was a logical thinker. After almost a full minute he took the bowl in both his hand and started inhaling the water rather than drinking. He didn't realize how thirsty he was until now. Vincent kept drinking even when Toro talked not answering.
Toro smiled softly. "That's good. You can trust me. I won't do anything to harm you." He went and started to gather food. "I'll get you something the builders could eat. I'm sure you could eat it too. You appear to be the same species." He started making a stew over a small flame. Toro was still young and still growing, standing at only six and a half feet or so. He actually appeared more human than any Vincent had encountered so far. He was, by far, the most friendly.
"Thank you." Vincent said in a raspy voice. He cleared his throat seeing that he'd drank all the water. It tasted a little different like that of well water. Vincent didn't mind at this point though. After he had taken a few breaths he looked over at the tall male. "Would it be alright if I had some more water?" he requested hoping he wasn't being rude.
Toro shook his head and took the bowl, filling it again. "Drink as much as you need." He said simply, giving the water back to him and watching as he drank. "It's amazing really, how much water your kind can consume..."
Vincent was about to take more of the water in until Toro spoke. "My kind? What do you mean?" he asked. Vincent knew that they weren't human, obviously. But he had no idea what they were or what was going on. While he waited for Toro to explain things he started lapping up more water.
"Well, before I go explaining things, I'd like to assume you have no idea about anything on this planet, and that you are not even from here." Toro informed him. "This world is called Aeterna, I believe to the flyers that translates to Eternal. There are three dominent or, intelligent, as the builders would call them, speicies. Us, the Autocthon, the flyers, Angelics, and the builders, Architects. You are obviously not one of us, and the flyers have wings and different skin than you, meaning you are most likely a builder, and you certainly look like one. Builders consume quite a lot of water, too much for this world to keep up with. Us, we are evolved for centuries to be able to withstand months without but a cup and then a few drops here and there when our mouths get dry."
Vincent listened to Toro as he drank the rest of the water that was in the bowl. He made sure to take everything down in his mind; he was good with remembering things. "Well I'm not. I mean I've never even been here before." Vincent insisted. He was feeling a little better after getting some water into his body. "You see I am from a place called earth. I was testing out this machine that was supposed to take me back to a different time but I guess it just took me to your world instead." This was all so unbelievable. Vincent was a man of science which is why he hadn't believed Tony's machine would work. It had just been for kicks when he tried it out.
Toro shrugged. "It sounds to me like you're simply a builder. Builders came from the sky. They came from another world and claimed to bring us gifts and knowledge and peace, but they have been destroying everything we hold dear, and they're killing our world. Regardless, such technologies would only be made by a builder."
"A builder? I'm a human dam.n it!" Vincent felt like he was having a mental breakdown. 'Maybe I'm dreaming. I hope I'm dreaming...' he thought to himself as he took a couple deep breaths. "If you all think I'm a builder... And I mean maybe I am to you people... But doesn't that mean I'm going to be killed?" The anxiety in Vincent's features was clear as he spoke.
Toro tensed. "Listen to me, Vincent. You may call yourself something else. For all you know, the builders are human, and just don't use that word. But you are not one of them, and that gives you a chance. You need only find a way that you are useful to Tookeel, so that he won't kill you."
Vincent guessed that that was the name of the high leader. "But how?" he asked trying to calm himself down. Vincent didn't want to die. "I don't know what he's looking for. Can you talk to him maybe? He listened to you before."
Toro grimaced. "He didn't listen so much as fell victim to custom. But the customs are complicated, and somewhat private, so I'd rather not explain them to you." He sighed. "I suppose what he's looking for in anyone is someone who can fight. Someone strong, but not to challenge him for his place. Of course, if there was anything you could contribute to the war at all, I'm sure I could help him see the true worth of what you can give. I'm afraid I don't know what you can give though. That is your job to find out. On another note, is my speaking of this language alright?"
((Okay I have a question... Is Vincent supposed to know about his strength and speed and all that or no?))
((He'd have to discover it, and when and how would be completely up to you.))
Vincent could barely focus on anything else. A voice inside his head was screaming at him to run but he had no idea where. "Yeah your English is fine." Vincent mumbled suddenly smelling the stew on the stove. "Is that almost done?" he questioned Toro letting himself get distracted for a moment. He had a couple days to figure it out and he needed food as of now so he figured he should think of that first.
Toro nodded. "Yes, it should be done soon. At least ready to eat anyway. Personally, I like my stew to cook for quite some time before I eat it."
Vincent looked at Toro to show he understood. "I see. Well will it be spicy?" he asked. Vincent loved hotter foods. The spicier the better.
"I don't recognize that word..." Toro said slowly. "What does it mean? Can you translate it to an easier language perhaps?"