The figure was humming off-key, strolling as if it were a sunny day in paradise. The flap of a cloak was first, rolling behind him in his wake as he stepped out of the fog, the violet eyes of the body double a bright and vibrant yellow behind the glasses.
The moment he was unobscured, he raised a hand as it oozed a dark and angry energy. From out the windows, beneath the cracks of doors and from the mere shadows of fallen rubble and rubbish was a black ooze, growing upward and forming into varied creatures. Some were skeletal dragon men wearing odd masks bearing the roman numeral XVI, the Tower, and the ill omen it brings. Using their massive swords, they barred the alley way both front and back, and were still.
The Shadow lowered his hand and supported his elbow, propping the other arm to allow him to casually lay a hand in amusement against a cheek. He canted his head.
"Why are you running, me? Are you confessing to cowardice after managing to avoid your training? Avoid little old me? What have you to hide? ...Other than -everything-. You see, the man you hold in your very hands was a very, VERY busy boy right up until Loki's cataclysm sought to claim him..."
The flame drops sprung to life around the witch. Something strange was occurring in Lezard's soul, the openness shutting down in exchange for an unusual cool emptiness. He was already shutting everything out, but hadn't calculated for the resonance link making it obvious.
"We've nothing to discuss. Lily, strike the Bone Warriors in the masks or ankle joints, and we shall be on our way."
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The moment he was unobscured, he raised a hand as it oozed a dark and angry energy. From out the windows, beneath the cracks of doors and from the mere shadows of fallen rubble and rubbish was a black ooze, growing upward and forming into varied creatures. Some were skeletal dragon men wearing odd masks bearing the roman numeral XVI, the Tower, and the ill omen it brings. Using their massive swords, they barred the alley way both front and back, and were still.
The Shadow lowered his hand and supported his elbow, propping the other arm to allow him to casually lay a hand in amusement against a cheek. He canted his head.
"Why are you running, me? Are you confessing to cowardice after managing to avoid your training? Avoid little old me? What have you to hide? ...Other than -everything-. You see, the man you hold in your very hands was a very, VERY busy boy right up until Loki's cataclysm sought to claim him..."
The flame drops sprung to life around the witch. Something strange was occurring in Lezard's soul, the openness shutting down in exchange for an unusual cool emptiness. He was already shutting everything out, but hadn't calculated for the resonance link making it obvious.
"We've nothing to discuss. Lily, strike the Bone Warriors in the masks or ankle joints, and we shall be on our way."