"These children are doing pretty well for themselves." Salem noted idly as he drew a circle in the air, tracing a glowing black line in the air until the circle was completed, filling out the head sized circle with an inky blackness. C.C. watched from the side with suspicious eyes as she paid close attention to every movement.
"They seem to be getting orders from my contractor." She remarked as Salem grabbed the top of the black circle and flipped it slightly so it was perpendicular to the roof they were standing on. Her eyes widened greatly as sand started falling out of it at their feet. "What is this power of yours? I have never witnessed a Geass ability to make things appear out of nowhere before, and this doesn't feel like Geass." Most Geass, after all, were mental powers, not something that could create from nothing.
Salem however just chuckled and waited until the sand stopped and the circle disappeared. They now had a pile of sand in front of them up to their ankles. "You haven't seen anything yet. Just watch."
Salem held his hands over the pile of sand in front of him, mumbling to himself briefly, before a small flare of power got the sand to move.
In a matter of seconds, after watching the sand swirl around itself, an image of buildings appeared and in between those buildings were small sand robots that kept moving around and shooting out what looked like tiny pebbles out of their guns. The remarkable sight was something out of a fantasy novel and certainly not something she had ever expected to actually see in her immortal life.
"Haven't seen anything indeed. Is that an accurate depiction of this ghetto?"
"It's accurate all the way down to the movements of the drivers inside of their little machines." With a wave of his hand some of the sand robots' tops disappeared revealing miniature people inside moving at the controls.
C.C. didn't respond for a moment as she looked through the sand map and watched some of the sand robots blow up from another group of them shooting through a wall. "That must be my contractor." She stated, pointing to a lone sandy knightmare kneeling down in a broken building off to the side.
"Well, we'll have to wait to meet him for later, I'd rather not get involved at the moment. I do still have a headache after all."
"So what is your plan if it is not to join up with him? I thought you had said he was the one you were here for."
"Yes, I am here for him, but I'm only doing this as a... favor. Everything I do within or outside the favor is mine to decide. All I have to do is ensure my mission is a success." Salem waved his arm over the sand and muttered "Evanesco" causing the entire sandy town to disappear entirely, along with the robots and other various sandy objects that were no doubt parts from destroyed knightmares.
C.C. internally agreed with herself that she would no longer be caught by surprise with what the man in front of her could do. It was clear that she would find out everything eventually. It was simply a matter of time. "So what now then?" She asked next to him, having approached while he was talking.
"For now, we'll get out of these clothes." He then smirked as he saw her eyebrow raise and an incredulous look appeared on her face. "No, not like that my dear, though if you do wish for that, feel free to tell me at any time." He laughed as she added her hands onto her hips. "I'm kidding. Well not really, you are a very beautiful woman, and clearly old enough to not be satisfied by brats. However, that was not my intentions. I was referring to the fact that neither of us would fit in around here with our current clothing."
"How daring of you to offer to take a woman out clothes shopping. You seem to know your way around being charming, I would have expected you to know how dangerous that can be." She clearly ignored the offer for intimacy he had, somewhat jokingly, offered her and moved the conversation along. She might not know him very well but she had enough experience to tell that this man could talk circles around her. It was best to move along before she could get somehow persuaded to do something. "You also don't seem to look like you're from around here. Your clothing suggests you are a noble, but I've been in Britannia long enough to know you aren't a lord there. Even if I have been out of touch for some time."
"You are correct." He remarked idly while they made their way down from the rooftop. "I am not a lord of your Britannia, or anywhere else you'd find on the world map. I will explain later, I promise. Perhaps over drinks later. For now, regardless of money or not, we can get whatever clothing we'd like. Within some limitations of course. I am not omnipotent after all." Salem then pulled out his bone white wand and waved it in her direction lackadaisically when suddenly her asylum outfit turned into a long sleeved white shirt and blue jeans. C.C. blinked and felt around her clothes, realizing that they had changed but she hadn't felt whatever power was at work, merely the movement of the cloth.
"That was..." She looked over at Salem who now stood in a tight gray long sleeved shirt and cargo pants.
"It's only temporary, so don't get your hopes up. If we want permanent clothing then we will have to go out and get some."
"..." She watched him put away his wand and continued staring at the pocket he had put it in. There was no way that pocket could fit that stick inside. She wondered briefly how it worked before she found her voice again. "What is with the stick?"