[Poggio]

Rococo did not hear the voice that was patronizing him. He wasn't even aware that the young girl had fallen through the rift. Some where his subconscious thought that many of the civilians had enough sense to flee, espically the ones near the bar where Rococo was having his quarrel. After a while of dozing to let his pain subside, Rococo opened one eye. Who was this child, and what was she talking about. His brow furrowed into a v. He had, had enough of people touching him and worse of all talking to him. Was this young girl here to ruin his mood as well. “Heeeisss!” He said, trashing out at the girl, before rolling over and springing to his feet. The movement was not as fluid as it should have been. Something about the strange man, and his powers. Rococo stumbled off balanced tripping backwards over the strange man. The man whose fault this was. Roco wondered which would be a better target for his fury.