Christopher
*Valac's new attire, a pair of old boots, an old, collared button up white longshirt, along with a pair of brown trousers. Aged boots that look as if it had seen better days. Valac was itching at himself, bringing his hand up to his right rib, and began to scratch it with his long... Black, yet sharp demonic nails. He looked as if completely uncomfortable with the clothing. Not that he disliked the fact he was clothed, rather he hadn't wore any true clothing for awhile, only wearing a tattered cloak. He was thankful, but he was itching. He had to grow used to this new attire, not forced to wear, but it was better than to be in a shameful appearance of being fully nude.*

"I guess so... Why are we trying to make to the Eternal City again?"

*He questioned as the dense environment was pleasant to him, a calm of classical tones of a peaceful morning. He stopped his itching, returning his hands to his side. He smiled, but looked a bit uncomfortable with his new clothing. It was just that he wasn't used to the attire. He nodded as he was forever joyful that he now he can walk with a far less shameful appearance than initially seen.*

"Even though I haven't gotten used to it yet, it's better than walking in the nude. It's still a bit itchy though, but I can completely live with it."

*He smiled tenderly at his comrade, what he would call his true friend. He blade holstered by his side, he took it out with his right hand, holding it with the hilt of the blade facing forward and the blade back, as if he held it like a dagger, before instantaneously changed its position. His hands were quite dexterious as he held it like a normal blade. He wielded it a little as he was trying to get used to his new attire, not trying to look as if he hated his new attire. He truly appreciated that he had gotten this far, and even in a better position than he initially was in. He then continued.*

"Let's have some fun... Shall we?"
Cynthia
Noctis raised one gloved hand to his ear and pulled gently on his earring as he thought in silence. After a moment he responded, grinning at Valac. 

"Well there's a few reasons. The Eternal City is the most likely place to get answers, on what I want and what on you are. If anywhere is going to point us in the right direction, it'll be the Eternal City." He said nonchalantly, resting on hand on the beautiful hilt of Ebony Rose. It's rubied pommel seemed a flickering candle in the light that filtered through the jungle trees. 

"You'll get used to the fabric eventually, the clothes are clean are least. Besides the jungle will likely be swarming with bugs, the more covered you are the better." The two went down a slope that brought them deeper into the jungle. Noctis moved quick and quiet, like a jungle cat that was seeking out its next prey. His long legs moved his with ease over fallen logs and around dense vines, grey eyes constantly shifting to scan their surroundings. 

"Yes Valac, I think some fun would be in right order for us." He responded, patting the shorter man on the shoulder as they sought out their prey.
Christopher
"Answers..." 

*He shook his head, looking quite doubtful, using his thumb to caress the tip of his nail, feeling the sharpness. He pondered for a few moments, recalling that whisper he heard yesterday. That stating of something... Some word, he had heard only once. Maybe Noctis knew, as much as he wasn't omniscient, it was better to ask. Valac brought the bladed up, resting on his shoulder before tapping the wide side of its body against his shoulder.* 

"Yea, I know... I will... What... Is Ichor?" 

*As Valac followed, with similar speed, but not as silent as Noctis, it wasn't too hard for him to catch up. Noctis's pat, made him grin widely, he felt as if he can trust his life with Noctis. Though, Valac had thought about it ever since that morning, the whisper from yesterday plaguing his mind of the burning question of what Ichor was. Valac even spoke, holding his forehead a little, as if it ached slightly. He was a little frustrated by the whisper, being so cryptic, yet only providing one word. No information, no clues as to what it maybe. He assumed that... It maybe what is lying dormant within him. It was all speculation, maybe it was something else. Something dark. He was the spawn of true darkness, what was meant to be evil. A weapon that was only meant to cause pain, and the destruction of others, but failed to reach that status.* 

"A voice... A whisper... It sounded similar to mine. It stated that... When I thought of wanting to know what I am... Who I truly am. Ever since the beginning... Even the voice told me my name. What my name was, I was never given one... I was born with it... It is a rare occurrence. It had only happened four times in my entire lifetime. This being the fourth... The first being my name, the second an amusing laugh, and the third... The sound of heart beat. Not of my own... Of something else."

*He provided an explanation, hearing this malicious and malignant voice. That of his... Or similar to his, but something worse.*
Cynthia
"Ichor?" Noctis raised a perfectly done brow in curiosity at the question. Of course he did, the blood of gods, divine blood so to speak. It was believed that true Ichor could be used for all forms of things. 

"It's divine blood, Valac, why as-" 

He stopped the question as he listened to Valacs explanation. The two made their way deeper into the jungle and as Valac spoke, the shadows almost seemed to reach in towards, like dark tentacles writhing and seeking out any life to snuff out. It nearly caused a shiver down his spine. 

"Interesting. Well it could be some form of psychosis from your isolation, or you're housing another entity entirely, or, well, any number of things. We won't know until we get someplace with researchers. My best advice to you now Valac is to put it away. Don't dwell on it, you'll find answers soon enough. For now you need to help search for this creature or beast." He said, snapping his finger and causing a flame to appear over his index finger as he swept his hand left and right, using it like a torch to search for holes, pits, scratches on trees or other signs of large animal life. Large enough to terrorize some farmers at least.

"Creepy whispers aren't exactly what I'd call having fun, don't you think?" His silver eyes seemed to drink the light of his flame as he searched, framed by those dark lashes it was as if twin moons were gazing out from beneath wisps of cloud. Whatever Valac was or was tied to, it definitely wasn't going to be a pleasant journey. Yet Noctis had chosen this path- and he was not afraid of turmoil and strife if it led to something greater.
Christopher
"I... Need it... Drawn to it... Along with this sword..." 

*He displayed his sword, grazing his hand across its magically imbued dark steel body. He doesn't know why, it wasn't of greed, or of want. Rather, a need. A requirement. Hearing Noctis speculate it was psychosis from his isolation, caused him to sigh. He probably guessed so too, but that didn't explain why it felt like it was a need. Nor did it explain why he was drawn to it. Though, once he said that he may be housing an entity... But to overthink during their quest, was a mistake. Noctis was correct, and he can't help but agree that he shouldn't dwell on it. Maybe later.* 

"Those creepy whispers... Are what gave me reason to keep living... Rather than ending everything. I had... Nothing to live for, before I met you, yet I persisted. Nonetheless... Lets continue our search."

*He wanted to think about the entire ordeal of his existence later. It was too distracting, yet mysterious. He followed his comrade, keeping an eye out as well, his irises glowing a dim purple. He looked focused, and determined to find the "Suspect" That had given the reason for the quest. He placed the blade back into its holster, holding the hilt of the blade as he sprinted along with his comrade.*
Cynthia
"Well.. Nevertheless my suggestion stands. Sometimes the things that keep us alive are the ones that make our lives hard to keep in the first place." He mused as their speed began to pick up. 

"Let's have some fun- a race. Say... See who's in front of the other by one minute?" He said, and dug his heels in, throwing one last phrase out. "Let's see how strong that food really made you." 

It was a good chance to see the physical abilities of Valac. Noctis broke off into a sprint, his naturally heightened senses and insane physical strength sent him forward nearly like an arrow. He tread lightly but quickly, trained to move this way after decades of working as an Assassin and Spy for the First Emperor. He bounded onto a log and launched forward, his foot catching a groove in a tree trunk and once again spring boarding forward to avoid difficult terrain before landing in an almost crouched sprint to keep his balance, his feet thundering down. He was *Fast* At full sprint, faster than an Olympic sprinter at 120% throttle. His black cloaked streamed behind him, his armor amazingly quiet and light on his body- his form that of black and platinum as he rushed. 

He'd start at the fastest he could go without enhancement, just to see exactly where Valac was in his strength. Something told him that Valac wasn't young, but that his power was nearly untapped. That thought would be scary depending on Valacs abilities now. He'd have to keep an eye out, especially with ominous whispers.