Hum a Few Bars and I'll Fake It! (Yaksha/Ravan)

Ravan wasn't entirely sure how to take in this entire situation. Ever since being oopened to the Earth a few years ago, he had seen Hollows as nothing but pawns under the banner of Shadow Fall. He wasn't stupid, he had context of their relevance, but none seemed to stand out aside from the fabled Ashlei, a former queen of Hollows, or self proclaimed at any rate. This casino - this location in it's entirety - was nothing but an eye sore. Perhaps it was his lack of people skills, or his unwillingness to talk calmly with most, but he truly didn't understand why this Hollow chose the life. Living among humans, listening to their conversations, their lives. What was the point? Unless there was a strategical value, Ravan failed to see the relevance.

"You did this to yourself? Even you didn't want to remain a human. Hop off your nostalgia train, I don't care if Hollows use to be great. They were only Gods because humans are weak. Easy to be a God among a kingdom of ants." Shaking his head slightly, a look of scorn crossed his face. His voice carried with a croaking undertone, even more so showing his irritation.

His face began to normalize as the Hollow began on his speech, coughing up his lungs (almost quite literally), and shifted his body into the form of a dark skin man. Shape shifting was his go to area of expertise, then? It was strange, but none the less a useful skill to have. As Yaksha's gaze drew upon the king, yet another piercing gaze of anger crossed his face. The hand that extended out towards his shoulder would be met with a flare of Za Koa into the surroundings, leaning up against the back of the bar. All across his face was an irate overtone, as if by body expression alone saying to not touch him. Yet, despite his clear irritated expression, a few words slipped by his mouth.

"Touch me and lose your fucking hand." His expression remained until the hand was guided back, Ravan was definitely glad he used his better judgement. Although this irritated persona was shattered as he spoke of a counter offer, something which not many people would dare to offer in face of a violent and ruthless king like Ravan.

"First things first, I'm not about to be your buddy. And what the hell could this place have to offer me? Other than a bustling head ache and an obnoxious addiction to flashing lights. Try again." Lifting his hands up closer to his chest, Ravan began to pop each finger three times on either hand, followed by his neck. Kala and Saphaeda had secured the exits, albeit the original plan to blow the literal roof off had somewhat... changed with the course of this conversation. He had come here expecting a simple "recruit or die" mission, but what the Hollow talked about was much more interesting than the initial plan. Perhaps there was information to be shared. Yet as much as Yaksha seemed to 'play ball', Ravan could see that he was a rat. Not in persona or power, but could you really trust him?

Ravan had spend a lot of time in Hell, custom with all manner of different beings. He knew the people who would rip your head off by simply looking at them and he knew people who would switch their allegiance like nothing had happened. So where did this Hollow in particular stand? He couldn't quite tell.

"Your name could be 'Shitpile' for all I care. But, for courtesy's sake, I would like to know who I am dealing with. I won't play your stupid guessing games however." Letting out a frustrated huff, his eyes gazed over to Kala and Saphaeda both standing in the distance, their black and white hair respectively covering the main entrance. Returning his gaze, Ravan couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"You said you had a counter offer, there has to be more to it than being "buddies". Because that's all you fucking said."