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[boltalicious]

[Good evening, Paradisa! There is a man in your roof! Black Bolt's just chillin' up here, enjoying the stars, legs crossed and apparently meditating. Which means it's your solemn duty to pester him. You must. He's practically begging to be pestered, you can see it in the... creepy glowing white eyes.]

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[ roof filtaaaaa as in THERE IS NO ONE when this happens ]

[chaosphiliac]

[ will be appearing out of the floor in a big cloud of purple and black misty smokeness... in all her silk underwater... ness. normal-sized, of course. :3c

sees this man and... will float where she is, hands on her hips ]

Now, what have we here.

[boltalicious]

[ It takes him a second or two to come back. But slowly the glow fades, he blinks, and there's a mildly curious glance directed towaaaarrrdddd -- oh. Hey. Nice hair. He's not moving or doing much to acknowledge her, just watching. ]

[chaosphiliac]

[ she'll approach, hip swaying, hair swaying, all her smokey goodness... ]

No greeting? That's rather rude.

[boltalicious]

[ It is a little rude, isn't it? So he'll rise solemnly to his feet and execute a polite little bow. Awww yeah, courtly manners. ]

[Roof Filter]

[ruined_jaw]

[Here, have an equally glowing faceless wonder. He knows only vaguely who Black Bolt is, owing to not really caring about most Superheroes. Tucked under one arm is an acoustic guitar that the castle gifted Jono, who is not yet aware of the whole "wishing" thing just yet. He sits down, his legs dangling over the edge of the roof, and he plucks at a few notes, attempting to tune the magical gift guitar.]

{An' here I thought it was my duty to be th' introspective, broodin' type.}

[boltalicious]

[ If there was one thing he wasn't expecting of tonight, it'd probably be a telepathic intrusion. He blinks the glow from his eyes almost instantly, glancing around and half expecting to see Xavier. ...Oh. But no, wait, it's someone completely different? He'll just be staring, a little puzzled. ]

[ruined_jaw]

[Jono shrugs a bit, and launches into a song. About halfway through the song, without missing a beat, he looks over at Black Bolt, a deadpan look on what's left of his face.]

{I know yeh can't speak out loud, mate, but yeh can think, and I'll 'ear yeh jus' fine. Beats th' hell out of a one-way conversation, at least. Wha's on yer mind?}

[boltalicious]

[ Well. That's more like Xavier than he'd been expecting. He can't help a small, pleased smile, and he takes it as a cue to rise from his seat and claim a new one a few feet from Jono's. ]

{A telepath, then? You're a welcome addition to the castle.}

[derpish]

[Don't mind if he does... he'd come up here to think after his dinner with Caterina, finding the view of freedom very soothing.]

Oh... sorry, I didn't mean to intrude.

[boltalicious]

[ wat. Sort of blinking himself back to reality and... ah. That's not someone he recognizes. But he'll wave a permissive hand after a quick curious study. ]

[derpish]

[If he's ever met Abel, this man is his identical double... except for blonde hair.]

Thank you, Mr..?

[boltalicious]

[ Why then it is someone -- well, familiar looking, at least. He looks back again with the question, offering only a small shrug and an apologetic smile. ]

[glasscieling]

[Ciel gives the man a rather shifty look as he walks out. he'd wanted to get a breath of fresh air, but he's not entirely unhappy to see another person- now, if only his clothing wasn't so odd. Ciel looks messy, here and there- his hair is disheveled, his bow crooked, the laces on his shoes unconscionably tangled.]

... Are you another unusual sort of person?

[boltalicious]

[ It takes him a second or two to look up and over, the glow fading from his eyes as he does. He delivers a curious stare, taking in the oddly rumpled details, and gives no response. It's too broad a question to bother answering with a yes or a no. ]

[glasscieling]

[cut a kid a break, man. he's from the 1800's, superheroes don't EXIST. Ciel returns that curious stare, waiting for... some kind of response.]

[boltalicious]

[ He'll just be staring a while longer, and... sigh. If the kid's going to be THAT patient in waiting for an answer, he may as well give one. A nod of his head is the simplest response he can think of. ]