It was rather strange. No matter how much he focused, his right arm extended forward, palm opened as if he was trying to grab something inexistant. The voices had stopped. There was nobody there to greet his silent thoughts that time... As much as he attempted to, he would not be able to summon any of his Devil's Arms. Why, though? He had heard, of course, but Vargas was not a man that would believe anything without seeing it for himself. At that day, the white haired male was travelling towards the Neutral Grounds, through a train in which, again, he had managed to slip by unnoticed, until he found an empty wagon, and there he lied, waiting to arrive. Right after entering neutral territory, he could feel his magic vanishing, somehow. It was still there, but... as much as he tried, he was uncapable of making it manifest. What kind of technology would be responsible for such a feat?
-"Hah. Guess I'll be able to have a bit of silence in my head. Every once in a while, it's pretty neat."
Why was he going there? Well, a request he had stumbled upon spoke of a man that was giving a brand new, lacrima powered device, which apparently had nifty functions and could be used like some sort of portable communication gadget. While Vargas was not interested at first, he then realized that it could be quite a good help in order to keep in touch with potential clients and other mages he met during his travellings.
-"Hah. Guess I'll be able to have a bit of silence in my head. Every once in a while, it's pretty neat."
Why was he going there? Well, a request he had stumbled upon spoke of a man that was giving a brand new, lacrima powered device, which apparently had nifty functions and could be used like some sort of portable communication gadget. While Vargas was not interested at first, he then realized that it could be quite a good help in order to keep in touch with potential clients and other mages he met during his travellings.