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There is longhaired man perched on his motorcycle in the nexus, green eyes sweeping over the area and the people in it. He's unimpressed by what he sees it looks like, but then again there is hardly ever a time Yazoo is anything other than unimpressed. He flips the kickstand for his bike down and pulls his leg over his bike with the fluid motion of someone obviously not human so that he is sitting on it sideways. He's obviously new in this Nexus, but thank Mother at least this one wasn't all sparkles and yelling. He narrows green eyes for a moment, the urge to actually talk, speak, hold a conversation even making itself known to him. Ha, He couldn't go anywhere without some sort of thing being forced onto him, could he?
"Hn. If there is one thing that all have in common, though the thought of being on level with those unlike myself is one that annoys me, is we all fight for something. Physically maybe, or with your words, even in sheer persistence." He pauses, and there's some sort of glint in those eyes...Dangerous, that was easy to tell just by looking at him. "So tell me, what is it that you fight for? Why?"
Those who answered would find he had a tendency to be bitingly sarcastic, or if you just weren't interesting enough, would ignore you outright.
"Hn. If there is one thing that all have in common, though the thought of being on level with those unlike myself is one that annoys me, is we all fight for something. Physically maybe, or with your words, even in sheer persistence." He pauses, and there's some sort of glint in those eyes...Dangerous, that was easy to tell just by looking at him. "So tell me, what is it that you fight for? Why?"
Those who answered would find he had a tendency to be bitingly sarcastic, or if you just weren't interesting enough, would ignore you outright.