First Entrance...
Welcome to the rest of the world; it
has no door. Instead
he steps through walls and walls of blackness, through the Void, knowing instinctively
how one intention leads to the next.
(His new intention is a snug fit,
not uncomfortable but different, like
crossing your arms opposite the way one usually does.
He'll get used to her. She borrowed him
from his old creator, but she dances well.)
,yawynA
the man with red hair, green waistcoat, ornate cane, in short,
who looks like a Victorian banker
who was not there a moment before
is now here
and there
and everywhere
and then walking with a calm and stately step to the bar
where he orders a cup of tea and sits with impeccable posture
sipping and staring and sipping and staring and
now and then glancing down to his cup with a faintly puzzled expression and
continuing the circuit of motion.
All that seems unusual are
his deep brown eyes
which catch an unnatural light and
glitter
like nobody's business.
(Those are his words, but she owns him for a little while now. He'll have to get used to crossing his arms the other way.)
[ooc: This character is potentially dangerous and kinda cracky. Not VERY dangerous, but he has potential. Please to be pingifying "Ven badger" before tagging. Thanks!
YO: As of 3:30 EST, mun has to scuttle off to the grocery store. Will be back hopefully within the hour. BACK.]
has no door. Instead
he steps through walls and walls of blackness, through the Void, knowing instinctively
how one intention leads to the next.
(His new intention is a snug fit,
not uncomfortable but different, like
crossing your arms opposite the way one usually does.
He'll get used to her. She borrowed him
from his old creator, but she dances well.)
,yawynA
the man with red hair, green waistcoat, ornate cane, in short,
who looks like a Victorian banker
who was not there a moment before
is now here
and there
and everywhere
and then walking with a calm and stately step to the bar
where he orders a cup of tea and sits with impeccable posture
sipping and staring and sipping and staring and
now and then glancing down to his cup with a faintly puzzled expression and
continuing the circuit of motion.
All that seems unusual are
his deep brown eyes
which catch an unnatural light and
glitter
like nobody's business.
(Those are his words, but she owns him for a little while now. He'll have to get used to crossing his arms the other way.)
[ooc: This character is potentially dangerous and kinda cracky. Not VERY dangerous, but he has potential. Please to be pingifying "Ven badger" before tagging. Thanks!
YO: As of 3:30 EST, mun has to scuttle off to the grocery store. Will be back hopefully within the hour. BACK.]