Knock knock on Rozalyn's doooorrrr...

Tomon would walk up to the door of this 'office' in this 'citadel' which he surprisingly felt quite comfortable in, then knocked on it three times "Hello...? Is anyone here...?"

"The doors open!" Sounded Rozalyn from the inside. She was busy at work, with something.*

Tomon would open the door shyly "... Um... Excuse me, ma'am... I am looking for information...?"

"...Huh?" She looked up after forcing something into her desk door. "Information? On what? Never mind that, who are you?"

He would stare at her, unblinking, for he didn't need to "I am Tomon... And I'm looking for a Shaman Necromancer... Do you know of any...?"

*Her expression dimmed and she would give a light sigh. "Sorry, I do not. If it's any consolation, I am an exorcist, and can help you in some ways I guess."

Tomon gasped, his entire body becoming gray sludge, Tomon growing taller, losing his eyes and his mouth becoming stitched. His voice became quite deep "AN EXORCIST!? IN MY PRESENCE? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!?" Tomon would back toward the door, pressing his body against it, the door dissolving as he did so "Damn meatbags... All of you... Cornered me here, didn't you... What is your deal against the undead, fleshsack?"

*Rozalyn gave the little guy a pestered expression, dumbfounded by his simplistic behavior. "Your the one who came here dumbass..." She said without even getting worked up over it. She had random encounters before, but this one takes the cake.*

Tomon hissed back at her "Dare call ME a dumbass, flesh sack?! Silly meatbag... Brains are for zombies! Keep your humanly, exorcist thoughts in your putrid little--" Before he could finish, his body would solidify, returning to normal, Tomon's eyes returning, mouth becoming unstitched, and the 'color' returning to him, as well as clothes "... Many... Many apologies, ma'am, but... If you haven't already noticed... I am undead.. Or, at least... Half undead..." He lowered his head "... I am just looking for information... And I guess a place to reside while in this place... I am not very knowledgeable about this place... Do you know of a Shaman Necromancer...?"

*She figured he wasn't human and was something associated with the dead. No wonder he was spazzing out over an exorcist. "It depends." She said from her seat. "What for, er, whats your name?"

Tomon stared at her with his deadpan expression "The name is Tomon Nomon... The half zombie boy... I am looking for a specific Shaman Necromancer of great power to revive my father, since the magic supporting him went away, making his undead body fade... And also without that magic, my mother has begun to age once more... And eventually, she will die after living for quite a long time... And I do not wish for this to be..." He sighed.

"But I thought you all were undead. Wait-" She quickly blurted out. "How the hell can someone half dead be revived, much less age!? This supernatural activity makes no sense!" She sat back down, regaining her composure. "But his name is I think Skellete. I never met him before though."

Tommon sighed "Yes, this.. Skelette. His abilities are more powerful than any mere shaman or necromancer... He did, indeed, revive my dead father when no other Necromancer or Shaman could, as well as sustain life for my mother for such a long period of time... But.. I assume something happened to that... Skelette... For the magic that he bestowed wore off and made my father crumble back into a pile of... corpsey goodness... The magic kept him alive and solid, nothing else..." Tomon cocked his head a bit "Half dead? You mean me? I only age when I am like this.. though, it is very, very slowly... When I am a full undead person... Which you just saw when my body was sludge-like.. That is when age has no effect on me..." Tomon bowed "For the record... My mother is alive, my father is undead..." He raised his head "... I do not figure you know where to find Skelette, do you? Or... Where I can reside until I can find him?"

"You can stay in my nation. Doesn't look like you'd want an anti-akuma weapon though." She said leaning back in her chair.*

Tomon frowned happily... If that's even possible "Yes yes... Thank you ma'am. I will happily accept your offer to stay in your nation... This Citadel feels slightly calming and welcoming to me... I don't know why..." Tomon closed his eyes "Well... I guess I'd better go look for that Skelette person once again... Thank you, once again.." Tomon would walk through the hole he accidentally burnt through the door, finally saying "... And many apologies for your door..." then walking off.