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Roleplay
Tell stories and roleplay in the world of Flight Rising.
TOPIC | Zone of Grey (1x1 w/suchgo)
As the sun set on the city of Violet Beach, at a large dark building near the bay the night was just beginning. While the outside was unassuming sans its size, the inside was sparkling. From the polished marble floors to the glass chandeliers, the place was lavishly furnished in gold and maroon. People of all shapes and sizes, even species, were mingling or partaking of the bar and food set up.
The gala was hosted by one Cyrus Sinclair, retired supervillain and the largest crime boss in Violet Beach. The tall heavy-set man, stood near the front chatting with equally shady individuals about recent events, large black wings relaxed behind him.
Among everyone dressed to the nines, a petite young woman stood near the corner by the snacks. Her name was Alistair Sinclair, heir to the Sinclair family. Her pale blonde, near white, hair was pinned up, wearing a long creamy lace gown. Fidgeting with the glass in her hands she drew her large mottled white wings closer to her body.
Really, she didn’t want to be here at all. She was a hero for goodness sake! Of course, nobody else here knew that besides her father. He had insisted that she come, always hoping that she’d change her mind about being a hero and join the family business. His father had been a villain as well, and his father before that. Now, being an only child it seemed that the business would end with her, as she had no plans of being a villain. Gripping the glass tighter, she glanced around. She really didn’t like that train of thought.
The gala was hosted by one Cyrus Sinclair, retired supervillain and the largest crime boss in Violet Beach. The tall heavy-set man, stood near the front chatting with equally shady individuals about recent events, large black wings relaxed behind him.
Among everyone dressed to the nines, a petite young woman stood near the corner by the snacks. Her name was Alistair Sinclair, heir to the Sinclair family. Her pale blonde, near white, hair was pinned up, wearing a long creamy lace gown. Fidgeting with the glass in her hands she drew her large mottled white wings closer to her body.
Really, she didn’t want to be here at all. She was a hero for goodness sake! Of course, nobody else here knew that besides her father. He had insisted that she come, always hoping that she’d change her mind about being a hero and join the family business. His father had been a villain as well, and his father before that. Now, being an only child it seemed that the business would end with her, as she had no plans of being a villain. Gripping the glass tighter, she glanced around. She really didn’t like that train of thought.
As the sun set on the city of Violet Beach, at a large dark building near the bay the night was just beginning. While the outside was unassuming sans its size, the inside was sparkling. From the polished marble floors to the glass chandeliers, the place was lavishly furnished in gold and maroon. People of all shapes and sizes, even species, were mingling or partaking of the bar and food set up.
The gala was hosted by one Cyrus Sinclair, retired supervillain and the largest crime boss in Violet Beach. The tall heavy-set man, stood near the front chatting with equally shady individuals about recent events, large black wings relaxed behind him.
Among everyone dressed to the nines, a petite young woman stood near the corner by the snacks. Her name was Alistair Sinclair, heir to the Sinclair family. Her pale blonde, near white, hair was pinned up, wearing a long creamy lace gown. Fidgeting with the glass in her hands she drew her large mottled white wings closer to her body.
Really, she didn’t want to be here at all. She was a hero for goodness sake! Of course, nobody else here knew that besides her father. He had insisted that she come, always hoping that she’d change her mind about being a hero and join the family business. His father had been a villain as well, and his father before that. Now, being an only child it seemed that the business would end with her, as she had no plans of being a villain. Gripping the glass tighter, she glanced around. She really didn’t like that train of thought.
The gala was hosted by one Cyrus Sinclair, retired supervillain and the largest crime boss in Violet Beach. The tall heavy-set man, stood near the front chatting with equally shady individuals about recent events, large black wings relaxed behind him.
Among everyone dressed to the nines, a petite young woman stood near the corner by the snacks. Her name was Alistair Sinclair, heir to the Sinclair family. Her pale blonde, near white, hair was pinned up, wearing a long creamy lace gown. Fidgeting with the glass in her hands she drew her large mottled white wings closer to her body.
Really, she didn’t want to be here at all. She was a hero for goodness sake! Of course, nobody else here knew that besides her father. He had insisted that she come, always hoping that she’d change her mind about being a hero and join the family business. His father had been a villain as well, and his father before that. Now, being an only child it seemed that the business would end with her, as she had no plans of being a villain. Gripping the glass tighter, she glanced around. She really didn’t like that train of thought.
He wasn't sure why he attended the gala by Cyrus, perhaps to finally have a place that will let him enjoy alcohol, or to meet people. Azrail, or as most here knows him as Null, had dressed as simple as possible, meaning his normal attire. A heavy slightly tattered cloak covered most fo his body, and a hood over his head that was a reapers appearence. Underneath he worry black suit but shoes designed for movement and not elegance. He had made sure Ink covered his face to hide his identity as he disliked people, especially people here, to know. Teo white eye shapes replaced where his eyes should be, and only some features are still visible. Null isn't looking for fame or money. He's looking for a soul of color.
Normal souls, are black and white. The more white, the more pure and the more black the more sinned. But, he remember the indtruction ironed into his head the first time he used this body decades ago. Real a colored soul, and he will be redempt. Nothing else, but he had a feeling that once upon a Time he was something great.
Null wanted it back.
But for now, he just grabbed s drink from one of the servants. No one can see his age, and just let him take the cocktail. Drifting around pointlessly, his eyes were finally caught to attention not by the fanciness but by the winged female in the corner. Wings... Isn't she the daughter of Cyrus? He knew the latter for a long time now, as Null is technically Immortal but condemned to live s mortal life. He made a name for himself, to do anything and pulling out people's souls to find the one, only to fail every time. But rumors pop up here and there and he's determined. He's got all eternity. Null personally doesn't consider himself as a villain, and always felt out of place at such gatherings.
As he had nothing better to do, the tall reaper finally moved silently like a ghost to the other, not having any trouble as guests dodged around him with yelps here and there from his stick. Specifically, his stick with a large and small scythe blade that was jet black with edges of silver. It was ginormous, but he wields it as easy as an extension to his arm.
Quietly approaching the other, he spoke for one of the few times during the gala, his voice eery, hollow, and emotionless, "You are the host's daughter, yes?" But even so, he was still slightly nervous on the inside. Not that anyone will know... Right?
Normal souls, are black and white. The more white, the more pure and the more black the more sinned. But, he remember the indtruction ironed into his head the first time he used this body decades ago. Real a colored soul, and he will be redempt. Nothing else, but he had a feeling that once upon a Time he was something great.
Null wanted it back.
But for now, he just grabbed s drink from one of the servants. No one can see his age, and just let him take the cocktail. Drifting around pointlessly, his eyes were finally caught to attention not by the fanciness but by the winged female in the corner. Wings... Isn't she the daughter of Cyrus? He knew the latter for a long time now, as Null is technically Immortal but condemned to live s mortal life. He made a name for himself, to do anything and pulling out people's souls to find the one, only to fail every time. But rumors pop up here and there and he's determined. He's got all eternity. Null personally doesn't consider himself as a villain, and always felt out of place at such gatherings.
As he had nothing better to do, the tall reaper finally moved silently like a ghost to the other, not having any trouble as guests dodged around him with yelps here and there from his stick. Specifically, his stick with a large and small scythe blade that was jet black with edges of silver. It was ginormous, but he wields it as easy as an extension to his arm.
Quietly approaching the other, he spoke for one of the few times during the gala, his voice eery, hollow, and emotionless, "You are the host's daughter, yes?" But even so, he was still slightly nervous on the inside. Not that anyone will know... Right?
He wasn't sure why he attended the gala by Cyrus, perhaps to finally have a place that will let him enjoy alcohol, or to meet people. Azrail, or as most here knows him as Null, had dressed as simple as possible, meaning his normal attire. A heavy slightly tattered cloak covered most fo his body, and a hood over his head that was a reapers appearence. Underneath he worry black suit but shoes designed for movement and not elegance. He had made sure Ink covered his face to hide his identity as he disliked people, especially people here, to know. Teo white eye shapes replaced where his eyes should be, and only some features are still visible. Null isn't looking for fame or money. He's looking for a soul of color.
Normal souls, are black and white. The more white, the more pure and the more black the more sinned. But, he remember the indtruction ironed into his head the first time he used this body decades ago. Real a colored soul, and he will be redempt. Nothing else, but he had a feeling that once upon a Time he was something great.
Null wanted it back.
But for now, he just grabbed s drink from one of the servants. No one can see his age, and just let him take the cocktail. Drifting around pointlessly, his eyes were finally caught to attention not by the fanciness but by the winged female in the corner. Wings... Isn't she the daughter of Cyrus? He knew the latter for a long time now, as Null is technically Immortal but condemned to live s mortal life. He made a name for himself, to do anything and pulling out people's souls to find the one, only to fail every time. But rumors pop up here and there and he's determined. He's got all eternity. Null personally doesn't consider himself as a villain, and always felt out of place at such gatherings.
As he had nothing better to do, the tall reaper finally moved silently like a ghost to the other, not having any trouble as guests dodged around him with yelps here and there from his stick. Specifically, his stick with a large and small scythe blade that was jet black with edges of silver. It was ginormous, but he wields it as easy as an extension to his arm.
Quietly approaching the other, he spoke for one of the few times during the gala, his voice eery, hollow, and emotionless, "You are the host's daughter, yes?" But even so, he was still slightly nervous on the inside. Not that anyone will know... Right?
Normal souls, are black and white. The more white, the more pure and the more black the more sinned. But, he remember the indtruction ironed into his head the first time he used this body decades ago. Real a colored soul, and he will be redempt. Nothing else, but he had a feeling that once upon a Time he was something great.
Null wanted it back.
But for now, he just grabbed s drink from one of the servants. No one can see his age, and just let him take the cocktail. Drifting around pointlessly, his eyes were finally caught to attention not by the fanciness but by the winged female in the corner. Wings... Isn't she the daughter of Cyrus? He knew the latter for a long time now, as Null is technically Immortal but condemned to live s mortal life. He made a name for himself, to do anything and pulling out people's souls to find the one, only to fail every time. But rumors pop up here and there and he's determined. He's got all eternity. Null personally doesn't consider himself as a villain, and always felt out of place at such gatherings.
As he had nothing better to do, the tall reaper finally moved silently like a ghost to the other, not having any trouble as guests dodged around him with yelps here and there from his stick. Specifically, his stick with a large and small scythe blade that was jet black with edges of silver. It was ginormous, but he wields it as easy as an extension to his arm.
Quietly approaching the other, he spoke for one of the few times during the gala, his voice eery, hollow, and emotionless, "You are the host's daughter, yes?" But even so, he was still slightly nervous on the inside. Not that anyone will know... Right?
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Out of the corner of her eye Alistair saw someone in all black approaching, but figured they were just going to talk to someone else. Still, she jumped when he appeared beside her. She eyed the large scythe in his hand with caution, not wanting to make a scene if she accidentally bumped into it, or something silly like that. Looking at him, studying him for a moment she slowly said, “Yes- yes I am.”
Just as she was about to ask who he was, she caught the nervousness just below the surface. It didn’t show in his voice, that was for sure. But still, it was strange for someone as intimidating as this man to be nervous like this just talking to someone. Most people in here were more relaxed, helped partially by the alcohol.
It made her uneasy, and she couldn’t stop herself before asking, “Are you alright? Do you need help?” Her voice was hushed, both to save from embarrassing him and in the case that he was scared of somebody there, to prevent them from hearing. It’s probably nothing, she told herself.
Out of the corner of her eye Alistair saw someone in all black approaching, but figured they were just going to talk to someone else. Still, she jumped when he appeared beside her. She eyed the large scythe in his hand with caution, not wanting to make a scene if she accidentally bumped into it, or something silly like that. Looking at him, studying him for a moment she slowly said, “Yes- yes I am.”
Just as she was about to ask who he was, she caught the nervousness just below the surface. It didn’t show in his voice, that was for sure. But still, it was strange for someone as intimidating as this man to be nervous like this just talking to someone. Most people in here were more relaxed, helped partially by the alcohol.
It made her uneasy, and she couldn’t stop herself before asking, “Are you alright? Do you need help?” Her voice was hushed, both to save from embarrassing him and in the case that he was scared of somebody there, to prevent them from hearing. It’s probably nothing, she told herself.
His face wasn't visible or observable, but if it were the wave of shock would've stood out against his previous calm. Another reason why, this being can somehow percieve how he felt. Confusion however, was quickly replaced by a muddling tangle, "No thank you. I am fine." His voice was still that chilling whisper, more than a little unsettled by the other. If one thing he hates is people knowing what he's thinking. Cypher's daughter, is more than she seems apparently.
Changing the subject, Azrail never was one to talk but didn't know how to get the other to stop trying to read his mind. His mouth never opened except to drink and eat, yet a voice passed through anyways, "And what name might you have?" Perhaps her name was given to him long ago, but as he's constantly keeping and crossing names off his list of possible suspects in the large city names come and go. Traits including interesting personality and powers, anything that might make them stand out against other monochromatic souls.
Setting his scythe to his back, where it somehow attached on through whatever means as if it was a part of him. There were servants passing here and there, with drinks and snacks such and such. Some were dancing while others talking, if not one then both. He held no interest in either however, and felt aloof as usual at such gathering.
Changing the subject, Azrail never was one to talk but didn't know how to get the other to stop trying to read his mind. His mouth never opened except to drink and eat, yet a voice passed through anyways, "And what name might you have?" Perhaps her name was given to him long ago, but as he's constantly keeping and crossing names off his list of possible suspects in the large city names come and go. Traits including interesting personality and powers, anything that might make them stand out against other monochromatic souls.
Setting his scythe to his back, where it somehow attached on through whatever means as if it was a part of him. There were servants passing here and there, with drinks and snacks such and such. Some were dancing while others talking, if not one then both. He held no interest in either however, and felt aloof as usual at such gathering.
His face wasn't visible or observable, but if it were the wave of shock would've stood out against his previous calm. Another reason why, this being can somehow percieve how he felt. Confusion however, was quickly replaced by a muddling tangle, "No thank you. I am fine." His voice was still that chilling whisper, more than a little unsettled by the other. If one thing he hates is people knowing what he's thinking. Cypher's daughter, is more than she seems apparently.
Changing the subject, Azrail never was one to talk but didn't know how to get the other to stop trying to read his mind. His mouth never opened except to drink and eat, yet a voice passed through anyways, "And what name might you have?" Perhaps her name was given to him long ago, but as he's constantly keeping and crossing names off his list of possible suspects in the large city names come and go. Traits including interesting personality and powers, anything that might make them stand out against other monochromatic souls.
Setting his scythe to his back, where it somehow attached on through whatever means as if it was a part of him. There were servants passing here and there, with drinks and snacks such and such. Some were dancing while others talking, if not one then both. He held no interest in either however, and felt aloof as usual at such gathering.
Changing the subject, Azrail never was one to talk but didn't know how to get the other to stop trying to read his mind. His mouth never opened except to drink and eat, yet a voice passed through anyways, "And what name might you have?" Perhaps her name was given to him long ago, but as he's constantly keeping and crossing names off his list of possible suspects in the large city names come and go. Traits including interesting personality and powers, anything that might make them stand out against other monochromatic souls.
Setting his scythe to his back, where it somehow attached on through whatever means as if it was a part of him. There were servants passing here and there, with drinks and snacks such and such. Some were dancing while others talking, if not one then both. He held no interest in either however, and felt aloof as usual at such gathering.
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Catching his surprise then unease, Alistair hummed softly to herself for a second. She decided not to press, nor mention it anymore, and was thankful when he changed the subject. "My name is Alistair Sinclair." She said simply, timidly extending a hand to shake.
White silk gloves extended a ways past her wrists, a small blessing with the outfit she was wearing. Her hands were scratched and scarred from past fights with villains and the transformation into large talons during battles. She had originally had gloves in her hero costume but had to forgo them after having them ripped many, many times. They just didn't make gloves her size for superheroes.
"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" She shifted her weight, and her wings relaxed behind her. Subconsciously she had puffed them up a little, though to an untrained eye they would look the same. Glancing at the crowd behind the shadowy man, she scanned the crowd and was able to pinpoint her father with ease. He still stood welcoming and chatting with guests, but she knew he'd start preparing to address the crowd shortly.
White silk gloves extended a ways past her wrists, a small blessing with the outfit she was wearing. Her hands were scratched and scarred from past fights with villains and the transformation into large talons during battles. She had originally had gloves in her hero costume but had to forgo them after having them ripped many, many times. They just didn't make gloves her size for superheroes.
"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" She shifted her weight, and her wings relaxed behind her. Subconsciously she had puffed them up a little, though to an untrained eye they would look the same. Glancing at the crowd behind the shadowy man, she scanned the crowd and was able to pinpoint her father with ease. He still stood welcoming and chatting with guests, but she knew he'd start preparing to address the crowd shortly.
Catching his surprise then unease, Alistair hummed softly to herself for a second. She decided not to press, nor mention it anymore, and was thankful when he changed the subject. "My name is Alistair Sinclair." She said simply, timidly extending a hand to shake.
White silk gloves extended a ways past her wrists, a small blessing with the outfit she was wearing. Her hands were scratched and scarred from past fights with villains and the transformation into large talons during battles. She had originally had gloves in her hero costume but had to forgo them after having them ripped many, many times. They just didn't make gloves her size for superheroes.
"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" She shifted her weight, and her wings relaxed behind her. Subconsciously she had puffed them up a little, though to an untrained eye they would look the same. Glancing at the crowd behind the shadowy man, she scanned the crowd and was able to pinpoint her father with ease. He still stood welcoming and chatting with guests, but she knew he'd start preparing to address the crowd shortly.
White silk gloves extended a ways past her wrists, a small blessing with the outfit she was wearing. Her hands were scratched and scarred from past fights with villains and the transformation into large talons during battles. She had originally had gloves in her hero costume but had to forgo them after having them ripped many, many times. They just didn't make gloves her size for superheroes.
"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" She shifted her weight, and her wings relaxed behind her. Subconsciously she had puffed them up a little, though to an untrained eye they would look the same. Glancing at the crowd behind the shadowy man, she scanned the crowd and was able to pinpoint her father with ease. He still stood welcoming and chatting with guests, but she knew he'd start preparing to address the crowd shortly.
"A name one day that shall be remembered indeed." He murmured in respect, before glancing at the others extended hand. Taking notice of the scars, he quietly wondered just who really the other is. She is more than she appears with every minute.
Freezing from thoughts, after realizing the awkwardly long pause he finally took out a pale hand from the cloak that tentative shook the others hand before retracting. His skin was cold, and almost freezing. "I'm known as either Reaper or Null, but Null is fine." Following the other gaze, Null's eyes were once again brought back to the host of this evening. How the other got so powerful and wealthy was beyond the reapers knowledge, as he himself still rely on scholarships and such.
"He... Is quite a powerful figure isn't he..." It was clear who exactly he was talking about. By the time the alcohol had already drained down completely, and he set the glass away on to a passing tray before replacing it with a glass of champagne. It take some time for alcohol to actually be toxicating to him, hence making it much easier to enjoy the flavor and texture much easier. The chsndeliers' light shines onto his face and cloak, but all the light just seems to be sucked away near him.
Freezing from thoughts, after realizing the awkwardly long pause he finally took out a pale hand from the cloak that tentative shook the others hand before retracting. His skin was cold, and almost freezing. "I'm known as either Reaper or Null, but Null is fine." Following the other gaze, Null's eyes were once again brought back to the host of this evening. How the other got so powerful and wealthy was beyond the reapers knowledge, as he himself still rely on scholarships and such.
"He... Is quite a powerful figure isn't he..." It was clear who exactly he was talking about. By the time the alcohol had already drained down completely, and he set the glass away on to a passing tray before replacing it with a glass of champagne. It take some time for alcohol to actually be toxicating to him, hence making it much easier to enjoy the flavor and texture much easier. The chsndeliers' light shines onto his face and cloak, but all the light just seems to be sucked away near him.
"A name one day that shall be remembered indeed." He murmured in respect, before glancing at the others extended hand. Taking notice of the scars, he quietly wondered just who really the other is. She is more than she appears with every minute.
Freezing from thoughts, after realizing the awkwardly long pause he finally took out a pale hand from the cloak that tentative shook the others hand before retracting. His skin was cold, and almost freezing. "I'm known as either Reaper or Null, but Null is fine." Following the other gaze, Null's eyes were once again brought back to the host of this evening. How the other got so powerful and wealthy was beyond the reapers knowledge, as he himself still rely on scholarships and such.
"He... Is quite a powerful figure isn't he..." It was clear who exactly he was talking about. By the time the alcohol had already drained down completely, and he set the glass away on to a passing tray before replacing it with a glass of champagne. It take some time for alcohol to actually be toxicating to him, hence making it much easier to enjoy the flavor and texture much easier. The chsndeliers' light shines onto his face and cloak, but all the light just seems to be sucked away near him.
Freezing from thoughts, after realizing the awkwardly long pause he finally took out a pale hand from the cloak that tentative shook the others hand before retracting. His skin was cold, and almost freezing. "I'm known as either Reaper or Null, but Null is fine." Following the other gaze, Null's eyes were once again brought back to the host of this evening. How the other got so powerful and wealthy was beyond the reapers knowledge, as he himself still rely on scholarships and such.
"He... Is quite a powerful figure isn't he..." It was clear who exactly he was talking about. By the time the alcohol had already drained down completely, and he set the glass away on to a passing tray before replacing it with a glass of champagne. It take some time for alcohol to actually be toxicating to him, hence making it much easier to enjoy the flavor and texture much easier. The chsndeliers' light shines onto his face and cloak, but all the light just seems to be sucked away near him.
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“Thank you.” She said a faint blush dusting her cheeks. She often had people complement her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get any less flattered when they did. “Null… I’ll remember that.” She said a smile on her lips. If his cold hands bothered her, she didn’t show it. Returning her hand to her glass, she took a small sip of champagne. She didn’t usually drink, but for occasions like this she had a little to keep appearances up. It just wasn’t her thing.
Seeing Null glance at her father, she shrugged her shoulders humming a little. “He certainly is. I… I won’t say he’s a good man, but. He knows what’s important.” Alistair decided to liven up the conversation, narrowing her eyes and giving him a sly smile. “So, why are you here tonight? You don’t seem the type to attend parties like this. Hmm?”
Realizing that might be too forward and he might not respond well to that, she put her hands up in front of her. “I’m not interrogating you or anything!” She said, honestly. Gesturing with her glass she laughed a little. “I’m just curious.” Her cream colored wings moved with her as she shifted her position, adding to the effect when she became more animated.
Seeing Null glance at her father, she shrugged her shoulders humming a little. “He certainly is. I… I won’t say he’s a good man, but. He knows what’s important.” Alistair decided to liven up the conversation, narrowing her eyes and giving him a sly smile. “So, why are you here tonight? You don’t seem the type to attend parties like this. Hmm?”
Realizing that might be too forward and he might not respond well to that, she put her hands up in front of her. “I’m not interrogating you or anything!” She said, honestly. Gesturing with her glass she laughed a little. “I’m just curious.” Her cream colored wings moved with her as she shifted her position, adding to the effect when she became more animated.
“Thank you.” She said a faint blush dusting her cheeks. She often had people complement her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get any less flattered when they did. “Null… I’ll remember that.” She said a smile on her lips. If his cold hands bothered her, she didn’t show it. Returning her hand to her glass, she took a small sip of champagne. She didn’t usually drink, but for occasions like this she had a little to keep appearances up. It just wasn’t her thing.
Seeing Null glance at her father, she shrugged her shoulders humming a little. “He certainly is. I… I won’t say he’s a good man, but. He knows what’s important.” Alistair decided to liven up the conversation, narrowing her eyes and giving him a sly smile. “So, why are you here tonight? You don’t seem the type to attend parties like this. Hmm?”
Realizing that might be too forward and he might not respond well to that, she put her hands up in front of her. “I’m not interrogating you or anything!” She said, honestly. Gesturing with her glass she laughed a little. “I’m just curious.” Her cream colored wings moved with her as she shifted her position, adding to the effect when she became more animated.
Seeing Null glance at her father, she shrugged her shoulders humming a little. “He certainly is. I… I won’t say he’s a good man, but. He knows what’s important.” Alistair decided to liven up the conversation, narrowing her eyes and giving him a sly smile. “So, why are you here tonight? You don’t seem the type to attend parties like this. Hmm?”
Realizing that might be too forward and he might not respond well to that, she put her hands up in front of her. “I’m not interrogating you or anything!” She said, honestly. Gesturing with her glass she laughed a little. “I’m just curious.” Her cream colored wings moved with her as she shifted her position, adding to the effect when she became more animated.
"No, I'm not. I, do not consider myself a ... villain, but people here knows things." He paused, his voice dropping a little, "Things that might be useful in getting what I want." Null quietly then added in resbonse without thinking, "Aren't we all ..." He supposed the other just basically had to attend the gala without a choice, which is unfortunate in his opinion. How one can be like her when from a family such as hers shall boggle him forever... It could just be a mask however, he supposed.
Watching Alistair, he smiled a little behind his mask, not that anyone would notice. The amused eyes quietly glanced over the other's wings, thinking it looks quite nice ... Like those angels, sorta. Despite having no age showing features, and although his voice is more like an ageless whisper, he clearly is still young. "Mind if I ask why you are here, that is if there's any other reason besides you have to?"
His form-fitting cloak swished glided over the ground a little when he moves, the dull outfit both constrasting those around them and also highlights the scythe. Shadow-y wisps drifted at the bottom, covering the space between the ground and the fabric.
((oh yeah, how old is alistair? ))
Watching Alistair, he smiled a little behind his mask, not that anyone would notice. The amused eyes quietly glanced over the other's wings, thinking it looks quite nice ... Like those angels, sorta. Despite having no age showing features, and although his voice is more like an ageless whisper, he clearly is still young. "Mind if I ask why you are here, that is if there's any other reason besides you have to?"
His form-fitting cloak swished glided over the ground a little when he moves, the dull outfit both constrasting those around them and also highlights the scythe. Shadow-y wisps drifted at the bottom, covering the space between the ground and the fabric.
((oh yeah, how old is alistair? ))
"No, I'm not. I, do not consider myself a ... villain, but people here knows things." He paused, his voice dropping a little, "Things that might be useful in getting what I want." Null quietly then added in resbonse without thinking, "Aren't we all ..." He supposed the other just basically had to attend the gala without a choice, which is unfortunate in his opinion. How one can be like her when from a family such as hers shall boggle him forever... It could just be a mask however, he supposed.
Watching Alistair, he smiled a little behind his mask, not that anyone would notice. The amused eyes quietly glanced over the other's wings, thinking it looks quite nice ... Like those angels, sorta. Despite having no age showing features, and although his voice is more like an ageless whisper, he clearly is still young. "Mind if I ask why you are here, that is if there's any other reason besides you have to?"
His form-fitting cloak swished glided over the ground a little when he moves, the dull outfit both constrasting those around them and also highlights the scythe. Shadow-y wisps drifted at the bottom, covering the space between the ground and the fabric.
((oh yeah, how old is alistair? ))
Watching Alistair, he smiled a little behind his mask, not that anyone would notice. The amused eyes quietly glanced over the other's wings, thinking it looks quite nice ... Like those angels, sorta. Despite having no age showing features, and although his voice is more like an ageless whisper, he clearly is still young. "Mind if I ask why you are here, that is if there's any other reason besides you have to?"
His form-fitting cloak swished glided over the ground a little when he moves, the dull outfit both constrasting those around them and also highlights the scythe. Shadow-y wisps drifted at the bottom, covering the space between the ground and the fabric.
((oh yeah, how old is alistair? ))
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Alistair looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. “I understand.” She certainly understood where he was coming from. While it wasn’t the reason she was there, it certainly was advantageous to hear different villains chatting and future plans and their past crimes. It was much, much easier to intervene when you what and when something was happening.
Actually, the whole reason she was here was because of her father. Not just because he forced her to come, no, but because she was afraid something would happen to him. While other villains were frightened of him, there was always somebody who wanted to become higher up than he was. She knew he could hold his own but since she was a hero, she wanted to be there anyway.
She wouldn’t mention either, that she didn’t consider herself a villain as well. She rather liked the public in the dark on her true identity. While she knew there would be a day when they put two and two together, it didn’t have to be soon.
“Well,” she started, “mainly because I have too. But also, much for the same reasons you are here. Information is very valuable, is it not?” She didn’t want to give out the real reason, better to not give anyone ideas if they didn’t have them already. Also, that would compromise her position.
Glancing at his cloak, the inky black whisps intrigued her. The way they covered the ground, as well as covering the space around his mask was neat. She flicked her eyes up to look him in the face. “What is that stuff? If you don’t mind me asking? It’s interesting.” She murmured.
((She’s a young adult, but I haven’t pinpointed her age yet. Between 21-25 I think. Probably towards the lower end. ^^))
Actually, the whole reason she was here was because of her father. Not just because he forced her to come, no, but because she was afraid something would happen to him. While other villains were frightened of him, there was always somebody who wanted to become higher up than he was. She knew he could hold his own but since she was a hero, she wanted to be there anyway.
She wouldn’t mention either, that she didn’t consider herself a villain as well. She rather liked the public in the dark on her true identity. While she knew there would be a day when they put two and two together, it didn’t have to be soon.
“Well,” she started, “mainly because I have too. But also, much for the same reasons you are here. Information is very valuable, is it not?” She didn’t want to give out the real reason, better to not give anyone ideas if they didn’t have them already. Also, that would compromise her position.
Glancing at his cloak, the inky black whisps intrigued her. The way they covered the ground, as well as covering the space around his mask was neat. She flicked her eyes up to look him in the face. “What is that stuff? If you don’t mind me asking? It’s interesting.” She murmured.
((She’s a young adult, but I haven’t pinpointed her age yet. Between 21-25 I think. Probably towards the lower end. ^^))
Alistair looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. “I understand.” She certainly understood where he was coming from. While it wasn’t the reason she was there, it certainly was advantageous to hear different villains chatting and future plans and their past crimes. It was much, much easier to intervene when you what and when something was happening.
Actually, the whole reason she was here was because of her father. Not just because he forced her to come, no, but because she was afraid something would happen to him. While other villains were frightened of him, there was always somebody who wanted to become higher up than he was. She knew he could hold his own but since she was a hero, she wanted to be there anyway.
She wouldn’t mention either, that she didn’t consider herself a villain as well. She rather liked the public in the dark on her true identity. While she knew there would be a day when they put two and two together, it didn’t have to be soon.
“Well,” she started, “mainly because I have too. But also, much for the same reasons you are here. Information is very valuable, is it not?” She didn’t want to give out the real reason, better to not give anyone ideas if they didn’t have them already. Also, that would compromise her position.
Glancing at his cloak, the inky black whisps intrigued her. The way they covered the ground, as well as covering the space around his mask was neat. She flicked her eyes up to look him in the face. “What is that stuff? If you don’t mind me asking? It’s interesting.” She murmured.
((She’s a young adult, but I haven’t pinpointed her age yet. Between 21-25 I think. Probably towards the lower end. ^^))
Actually, the whole reason she was here was because of her father. Not just because he forced her to come, no, but because she was afraid something would happen to him. While other villains were frightened of him, there was always somebody who wanted to become higher up than he was. She knew he could hold his own but since she was a hero, she wanted to be there anyway.
She wouldn’t mention either, that she didn’t consider herself a villain as well. She rather liked the public in the dark on her true identity. While she knew there would be a day when they put two and two together, it didn’t have to be soon.
“Well,” she started, “mainly because I have too. But also, much for the same reasons you are here. Information is very valuable, is it not?” She didn’t want to give out the real reason, better to not give anyone ideas if they didn’t have them already. Also, that would compromise her position.
Glancing at his cloak, the inky black whisps intrigued her. The way they covered the ground, as well as covering the space around his mask was neat. She flicked her eyes up to look him in the face. “What is that stuff? If you don’t mind me asking? It’s interesting.” She murmured.
((She’s a young adult, but I haven’t pinpointed her age yet. Between 21-25 I think. Probably towards the lower end. ^^))