Angela had grown up in a world of magic and the supernatural, but the concept of having a 'super power' was entirely unfamiliar to her. She responded to the question with a quizzical look, raising a brow ridge.
She should have been more careful. In New York, people had regarded her kind with fear and hatred. In Xanadu, they had been curious and, most importantly, understanding. It hadn't occurred to her to approach Nathan cautiously. Angela had allowed herself to forget just how frightening her appearance could be.
"I'm sorry," she said, sincerely, "I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Angela. I am a gargoyle."
She allowed herself to laugh at that, reassured by both his smile and his evident curiosity.
"No, I am not." Angela held out a heavily taloned hand, to prove as much. A costume couldn't have been so detailed. I've never dressed up in a costume."
Although she'd heard a lot about Halloween since arriving in Manhattan and looked forward to the chance to celebrate it with the rest of her clan. For one night a year, her kind could walk the streets as if they truly belonged there.
OOC: Sorry for the impressive delay. Report writing is evil.
Nathan stares at the hand and then looks up at the creature's face again. There are no smart remarks from the sarcastic lad. No, he is far too certain that he might end up losing an appendage. While he can't die he doesn't much fancy feeling the pain that always accompanies death - damn inconvenient it is.
"I'm Nathan. Where are you from? I mean, do you live here?"
"I live in Manhattan," she replied, "With my clan."
Keeping to the rooftops and hiding from the humans that they had vowed to protect. Only a small number of people knew of their existence and, although Angela certainly didn't like that, she had to admit that the gargoyles were safer that way.
"Rookery? What is that?" His eyes widen as she tells him of how many brothers and sisters she has along with how many in her clan. "That's a lot to me considering I've never seen anything like you before."
His brow furrows as she explains how her wings work. "So you're like flying squirrels."
"It's the place where gargoyles keep their eggs until they hatch," she replied, wondering if she was revealing a little too much. She dismissed the thought immediately. In order to earn trust, you had to trust in others. Even if he meant them harm, he wouldn't be able to find her clan.
Angela had grown up in a world of magic and the supernatural, but the concept of having a 'super power' was entirely unfamiliar to her. She responded to the question with a quizzical look, raising a brow ridge.
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"I'm sorry," she said, sincerely, "I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Angela. I am a gargoyle."
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"Really? You sure you not some nerd in a really expensive costume?"
He begins to approach her, his body language nonthreatening and extremely curious.
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"No, I am not." Angela held out a heavily taloned hand, to prove as much. A costume couldn't have been so detailed. I've never dressed up in a costume."
Although she'd heard a lot about Halloween since arriving in Manhattan and looked forward to the chance to celebrate it with the rest of her clan. For one night a year, her kind could walk the streets as if they truly belonged there.
OOC: Sorry for the impressive delay. Report writing is evil.
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"I'm Nathan. Where are you from? I mean, do you live here?"
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Keeping to the rooftops and hiding from the humans that they had vowed to protect. Only a small number of people knew of their existence and, although Angela certainly didn't like that, she had to admit that the gargoyles were safer that way.
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Nathan seems to be most interested in her wings. "Do these work?"
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Not many - certainly not by human standards - but there had been a time when Goliath had thought the Manhattan clan entirely alone in the world.
"Yes. When the wind is right. We glide, we do not fly."
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His brow furrows as she explains how her wings work. "So you're like flying squirrels."
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The analogy made her laugh.
"In a way, yes."
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