A Request...

*No doubt getting approval of my entrance, I appear behind Kham, via materializing, my hand in my hair, ruffling as if though I had a headace, but my face shows no type of expression.*
"Kham.."

huh?
*I would say looking at the several thousand screens in front of my constantly typing on a large expansive key board, various screams and shrieks can be heard throughout the place, no doubt I am a VERY busy man*

"I need one of your clones to accompany me on a mission. I'm going to confront the sages but I need your help.."
*I would say with my hands in my pockets not finding the prison the least bit frightening but rather mandatory. The sounds of agony barely catch my attention.*

Im pretty damn busy at the moment, I could have sworn you were intelligent.
*I would rotate around in my chair facing ken taking off a head piece, the chair is obviously way too large for me in my current state*

As of now all of my "exterior functionings" have been cut off. So if I were to go with you, I would have to accompany you in person. Which is something I do not have time for. Unless you can somehow convince me that me spending a couple days with you is worth it? Then sure why not... ill go.

*Ken would Raise an eye brow to kham and his current state. He remebered him as a tall silver, buff ass 21 looking year old being, not a 12 year old child. Ken sighed not wanting to be one manipulation at the moment was just blunt with his words.*

"I can tell you have your hands full of things to take care, I of course have a schedule to work out to. Seeing how you are unable to help, I'll simply go it alone. All I need are the whereabouts to the sages or do you want me to find that out as well.?

*I would raise my eyebrow slightly to ken, and realize he is currently looking downwards on me... I hate that*

Stop looking down on me... I can leave a copy of myself here to handle things while I'm away. All I have to do is get you there. I dont wish to hear the mouths of those frogs ever again.

*I would front flip out of my chair while biting my thumb, since my drastic power decrease I would have to use conventional summoning techinuqes and handsigns for whatever I do. I would then press my hand down on the ground and mutter to my self*

Carbon Copy...
*A large nova of comsic energy would shoot up from the ground and an Identical copy of myself would appear in front of me, I would then run my bloodied thumb down its forhead and its thought process' are synched with my own, I would then point to the chair and the clone would then begin to do whatever I would do if it were me sitting in that char*

Lets go...
*I would sigh and brush past ken heading out of the prison to the oasis*

*Ken would smile in his head as he turned and followed kham.*
((Gotta love reverse psychology..))

((you should make the topic... lets get this over with))