[ he growls and thrashes around in its hold, the lapis hanging around his neck glowing faintly in warning. he can't open his portals--something's been restricting him since he got. here.

(wherever here is) ]

You... A numbers!

[ this number is familiar, and he doesn't know why

it reeks of barian world but yet-- ]

You can hardly call yourself a master when you are a servant. Release me, Numbers!

[ he says it like it's some being lower than him

(and doesn't he have a right, because tachyon could tear this number apart without a second thought--)

(if only he could summon tachyon) ]