Honestly, he wasn't as... 'not here' as it appeared. When one didn't actually need to find a house to live in or buy food to eat or do remotely anything that any normal squishy person would need to stay alive, it made it a lot easier to just 'slip away'.

He was there, of course. In a sense. But today was one of the first days he'd decided to be 'there' there. Totally. Well for the most part, as much as he usually was. Where was the good Beast Priest right now anyway? Wandering, mostly. After all, the city was still fascinating, even if he'd spent a good long time inspecting it. The technology just never ceased to fascinate him, he really couldn't help it. There were so many things he had to learn first before bothering to interact with it, and being the curious monster he was well, he had to see all of it.

At the moment, he was deeply involved with a soda machine, apparently taken by all the flashing lights and images on the box itself, jabbing at buttons every now and again.

To anyone else, noting his outfit, well it'd almost be charming. Some backwards flung medieval magician toying with something he didn't understand.

Someone with a better grasp of magic however, might find it hard to pass by him and every soda machine he's been jabbing at without feeling some measure of... magic of course. Weird, powerful, uncomfortable feeling magic.

... No he's not up to something don't be stupid.

[...well, this sure is a sight, isn't it? battler has no choice, he knew he would be going against his master's wishes by making this broadcast- but he was desperate. he had been searching for her for a while now, well over a day, and he couldn't find her at all. the storm had blown into genessia, it took over and the blizzard was everywhere. it was thick, harsh, and absolutely freezing. it hadn't bothered him, his strength and magic was enough for him to be fine, but the icy cold was harsh enough to bite at his skin.

was there magic involved with the blizzard...? there's no way something natural would ever affect him.

so, his master was missing. he needed to find her, she was his only purpose now, and without her he felt completely empty. he was always just meant to be a husk of a man, but without his master at his side he felt the need to just give up. he needed her.

the broadcast clicks on with battler's face, a genuine frown spread across his features, and he he seems to be covered in snow. the bits of white contrasted with the purple color of his suit, and even the tips of his hair appeared to be frozen.]

....I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't genuinely need.... assistance. [he knows what this means too, that people will attack him, that they won't hear him at all- but as long as his master will be safe he simply doesn't care.]

My master has gone missing and I cannot even sense her. Usually I would know where she is at all times, I would be able to teleport to her if she ever called on me... however she is... simply gone. She cannot be dead- I would know that for sure but... I know she is in danger as well.

You all have your grudges with me, I understand, however let it be known that I cannot harm you any more. My current master instructed me not to hurt or kill anyone anymore, I am simply... hers now, and hers alone.

Aahh get angry with me all you like, attack me if you like, you all love that... don't you? You humans... and your emotions....! It all still fascinates me so much, but now is not the time for me...! My master must be saved, and I need help finding her...! I'm sure.... I'm sure my magic could help her in this blizzard, it must!

My master's name? You all know her very well: Terra Branford. You all hate me... but will you not put aside your hatred in favor of Terra? She has done nothing to earn your hatred... And I will be walking the streets to search for her, seek me out if you must.

[he will be awaiting the intense backlash.]

action;

[as he said he battler would then be walking the streets of genessia in order to look for her. the blizzard was strong, much too intense, and he had to put up an arm in order to shield himself from the sheer force of the wind and ice. she grit his teeth as he walked, his anger for being unable to find her growing more and more intense.

battler would often duck out of the wind in order to hide in a shop, or even in an alleyway. feel free to accidentally run into him then as well.]