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The Scribe

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by claw

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So begins...

The Scribe's Story

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Barely even a silent breeze was ruffled in the still air of this dead place as a new presence entered it. Perhaps entered was not the correct term to use, more appeared or rather existed within. It was as though the figure had always been there, but had simply been waiting for the correct moment for it to reveal itself... Or maybe it had never existed before and finally at last it had gestated enough to find itself fully formed. And perhaps the truth of the matter meant little compared to the simple fact that the matter itself existed in the first place.

As though it were the most casual thing in all the world a gloved hand reached over a robed figures shoulder and plucked the pink letter from their grasp, as though it were the actions of a gentlemen kindly picking the head of a rose for his lady love. The figure the arm belonged to strode away a few paces, twisting the letter over in its hand as it held it up to the light, what it was looking for none could truly say but it seemed satisfied soon enough as it turned about to look at the robed figure.

From afar the two would seem almost copies of each other, this strange newcomer was dressed in a long cloak and hood that covered its body well. Every inch of the strangers body was covered in some black material, from their arms to their feet and even their face was covered in a plain black mask which seemed almost to faintly draw in the light around it. Slight locks of hair, silver as moonlight of a summers moon just barely peaked out from under its hood and within the mask, where only eye holes laid a pair of amber eyes, almost golden, looked back at the figure it had taken the letter from, seeming almost to look both at and into the figure before them.

"My apologies." He spoke, for indeed it was a mans voice though certainly not with an accent that seemed to be entirely place-able, it was almost alien to the ears the longer he spoke. "I believe that this is yours is it not? It was awfully rude of me to take it so but I had not realised that you were not a statue, such was your lack of... Presence." He spoke almost with a smile, though if he were smiling it would be impossible to say, as his gloved hand reached out to give the pink letter back.

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Mourning recognized strong spiritual presences when they came. It was part of his job. The black robed figure immediately threw himself down to one knee, head bent toward the ground. Mourning murmered a formal greeting, sprinkled some ash and herb salt, and looked up to the figure.

"It would be our honor to have a being such as you as a guest, to such an event as the Ball of Chaos."

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What the masked man made of the spectacle of respect wasn't entirely clear, he made no sign of his thoughts as he stood there with his hand outstretched, pink letter lightly held between two fingers. The all but golden orbs seemed to to appraise the figure with a cold indifference, lacking in contempt but lacking too in joy as they bored into the kneeling figure before him.

"It would be our honor to have a being such as you as a guest, to such an event as the Ball of Chaos." There was a pause that stretched on into silence, it grew quiet enough that one could hear the ruffling noise of the masked mans thumb across the paper of the pink letter before he slowly withdrew his arm and pocketed the letter somewhere on his person, his cloak fluttering open for a moment to reveal some form of black shirt covered in pockets, it was puffy as though made of silk and yet still seemed to be form fitting at the same time. If he cared for the paradoxical clothing the masked man made no sign.

"Hmm, I should think this." He made a sign of patting apparently where he had placed the letter. "Would serve enough as an invitation. Now come, stand and tell me who this Detente is, and why is it I should be so privileged to be attending their 'Ball of Chaos' as you put it." He turned side on, his gaze drifting along the halls of the Shrine of Shrines. He was silent for a moment before adding. "And you can also tell me where I could find them I am sure? It wouldn't do to have a mysterious stranger appearing at their annual gathering when there is already so much risk to the concept."

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"The Detente," Mourning whispered, for he cared little for the politics of the Cursed Wood and more for it's overall spiritual health. For this, he was internally torn on how to feel of the group of vampires who reigned over the Cursed Wood.

The Vankoryth Detente brought much chaos, but also much mirth, to the Cursed Wood. They had built Verinotte Hollow, haven for the supernatural and the undead. They were solid investors in the Shrine of Shrines, as well as other economic pursuits about the Cursed Wood. This was all well and good. They brought peace and protection to the various creatures. The Ball of Chaos alone was meant to unite the people, and make welcome Verinotte Hollow to the people of Terra far and wide.

However, once could not discount the wars they had fought. True, the one had been as much the wolve's fault as the bloodsuckers. Escalation in these trees proved harmful for them. Mourning was most concerned with the wood in it's entirety. The Vankoryth Detente had killed nearly as much as it had created.

"Castle Vankoryth," Mourning waved a hand south, "Deep in the Forbidden Thick. There is where you will find the Vankoryth Detente."

Mourning gestured again around the Shrine of Shrines. There were many rooms, furnished and not, available for beings of all denominations to find rest and make prayer. Many a God had stopped in for tea and to refresh themselves.

"Make yourself at home."

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The masked man listened intently as the robed figure described this strange Detente in some small manor. What his thoughts on the matter were were not entirely clear, his head hardly moved as he listened to where they could be found. Even his eyes seemed to burn steadily in their sockets, blinking slowly as he observed the robed figures directions on where to find the hosts of this Ball.

"Make yourself at home."

There was a pause, followed swiftly by a soft chuckle that sounded almost as if it were the closest to a smile the masked man could manage to bring himself to display. He turned away from the robed figure, if only to look out across the Shrine of Shrines, appraising it as an architect would a ruin, with a clear sense of disconnect and disdane for the state it had fallen into. Eventually he turned back to the robed figure, looking side on at him.

"An... Interesting phrase that. One might take it to be literal and decide that this realm does not conform to their idea of physics. It may be wise to refrain from offering such to every passing being, it would not do you a service to be the one responsible for inviting in the coming storm." He turned front onwards to appraise the robed figure. "I'm sure you and your kind have many questions and I am feeling amiable. Tell me, what plagues your mind of late?"

The setting changes from shrine-of-shrines to Millenium Plaza

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It is was a strange thing, that spot of vision out of the corner of ones eye. Some could swear that in certain lights it looked as though drifting wisps dragged alongside them and when they turned to look there was nought but empty air. Others yet swear that the small edge of blurring vision that is just outside of focus is where you really see the world, that without it everything would be shrouded in darkness and mystery. Perhaps it is these same people who spread the fear that to look at the creatures that lurk just outside of sight, that one should never ever turn their head at the sight of movement just beyond their sight. Perhaps it is these being who speak the truth. Perhaps there are darker things than that which mortal eyes were made to behold.

"Hmm, strange that this planet uses advanced technology, yet they still believe in demons and magic." A thought spoken aloud by one so alone and so isolated from the rest of the world fell upon deaf ears. Unheard by any, but for one singular being.
"Strange? You speak of it as though such things are an impossibility." Came a reply unasked for. Almost impossibly it seemed, a figure dressed from head to toe in black robes was stood next to the boy, not an inch of bare flesh could be seen on this robed figure. A plain black mask covered his face and black gloves covered his hands. Peeking just barely from under the hem of his hood were a few stray strands of silver hair and from the eye holes of the mask, the which had neither mouth nor nostril holes, were a pair of amber eyes that seemed all but golden.

The masked man turned to look at the blue haired boy, he was only just at average height and was hardly of anything of an impressive build, without the robes that hung around him and off of his shoulders no doubt that man would seem painfully thin to a normal man. His golden eyes seemed to bore into the boy next to him as he looked sideways at him, a gaze that looked both into and through him as if assessing his very position within the universe itself. "And what precisely is it that makes you so absolutely sure such a thing is a mere belief?"

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As the King finished his speech, the festivities went into full bloom. Cheering, laughing, munching, Dragon Roars, Robotic Beeps, all could be heard throughout the entire area. The Plaza, where people often met up, played around, or what not, and could find food and beverages of all types, had also been used today to hold a large part of the festival. There was also the Bazaar nearby. Even the Adventurer's Guild HQ loomed nearby, shining brightly as if it was resonated with the crowd. Sure enough, there were famous adventurers all around as well, enjoying their time.

There were shooting booths set up, as well as fish catching booths. Ring tosses, and Remote Control Advanced Robot Fights. There were games that used magic, and there were people flying up overhead, leaving rainbow trails or trails that matched the colors of the nation. The smell of mouthwatering food wafted through the air, encroaching on all party goers. The lights were dazzling, not too bright or too dim. All sorts of music could be heard all over, but the people were careful to space it out to not interfere with the others. Surely enough, you could see people waltzing over in one area, but in a separate area a distance away they were doing disco.

"Now!"

Up overhead, the people flying on brooms and with jetpacks releasing the colored streams of the nation formed the nation's insignia in the sky, as it seemed to glitter. But that was not all, suddenly a finger snap could be heard from all over...and the streams lit up with light, as they had been activated! The reaction caused it to glitter, and show to the festival goers a truly breathtaking sight.

"...awesome..."

Zeebee was amazed by what he saw, and how the king had spoken. He had his phone in his hand however. With an active call.

"Yeah, it was awesome Zeebee. Well, lets hope we can meet up later okay?"

"Yeah, sounds good Sora".

With that, he hung up, and ran off into the middle of the festival to play some games and see even more entertainment, like the firedancers he had spotted earlier.

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Vance turned to see the person in the black robes similar to his own in their void of color. While Vance didn't wear a mask, this figure did, and all he could see were his honey colored eyes and his few strands of silver hair. "I'm sorry, you misunderstand me. I've been to planets throughout the galaxy and I've seen things that I could only describe as magic and I come from a highly advanced technical society. I'm well aware that magic is a very real thing. I found it strange that this planet embraces both it's magical and technological advancements so completely." Vance smiled and looked around the festival. "Nearly every planet I've been to has either embraced one or the other, but very rarely have I seen one that embraced both and those that have will usually still lean toward one or the other. But this place... it's like the perfect blend of both." Vance used his empathetic powers on the strange masked man. He wasn't getting any hostility, but he was getting some curiosity from the masked person. "You are intrigued by me aren't you? If you're wondering why you've never seen anyone like me, it's because I'm the last of my kind."

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The masked man looked impassively at the blue haired figure, it was already hard enough to discern his thoughts through that plain black mask. His gaze seemed almost lazy in it's burning intensity, a thin dull shimmer of disinterest seemed to spark through that cold glare for but a moment as the boy gave a speech almost practiced as though he were some sort of tourist guide to this strange planet.

"Indeed, it is fortunate that they have yet to begin a witch hunt on this world, no doubt it is a matter of time before such a thing descends upon the planet. Such would have to be the way of things if they occurred, it is not my place to supplant the strong with the weak."
"You are intrigued by me aren't you? If you're wondering why you've never seen anyone like me, it's because I'm the last of my kind." There was a brief pause, only to be followed by a brief, mocking scoff from within those hidden features. The masked man stepped forwards, turning on his heel, robes whipping around his feet as one hand raised to gesture to the crowds.
"Intrigued? Believe me child, you are far from the unique in this location alone. At but a glance I can cast my eyes over the gathered throng and spy with a wondering eye three individuals who are the tragic sole survivors of a doomed race or the only one of their kind. Such a thing does not interest me, your race died, your people failed the test. You, like they, are an echo of what could have been."

The masked man stepped closer to the blue haired boy once more, pausing before he talked once more. His golden eyes glimmered with that cold, detached disinterest once more as he maintained eye contact. "Your peoples future has ended at you, and such it lays unto you to lay their legacy. Tell me, will you allow it to fade into ignominy or will you perhaps utulise your abilities to achieve a purpose that will immortalise yourself and their legacy?"

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"For the record, my people were murdered. As for their legacy, I'm it. All traces of their existence was destroyed when a certain galactic council used a vile weapon to commit genocide so that they could strip my planet of a valuable crystalline power source." He spoke with pain and hints of anger in his voice, not at the masked man, but at those who had destroyed his world. "My powers I put to use to help others... in my own way." He paused for a moment trying to get a read off this man that was accurate. "If you don't mind me asking, what brought you to talk to me? It clearly wasn't my tragic past, that doesn't interest you, so what would such a secretive individual like yourself want with me?" He was genuinely curious about this person.

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Vance quickly glanced over the invitation. The masked figure's true intentions weren't clear, though he hadn't yet tried to read his thoughts. He had only picked up on the confusing lack of emotion. "I'll consider it." He stated plainly as he put the invitation into his robe. He truly didn't know for certain if he would go yet. He was skeptical of this figure. "If there is nothing else, I will go back to enjoying the festival. I hear there's food here from all over the galaxy and I would love to try some new cuisine." He smiled politely at the figure before bowing his head. He didn't want to tell the man how wrong he was. He did have a goal in mind, but it was not an easily attained goal. Vance was the last of his kind, but as far as the council was concerned, his race never existed and his method of "helping others" he earned him a reputation. The whole reason he had paid any attention to this figure was that he thought he might be a potential client. It was clear he wasn't but he still wasn't ruling out the possibility of a trap being set up at this ball of chaos. The man knew a lot, but not as much as he thought he did.

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Character Portrait: Boo Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai Character Portrait: The Scribe Character Portrait: Alexandrius Verrevia Character Portrait: Zeebee Elestria Lake Character Portrait: Vance Hemolian
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It took a lot of ducking and weaving between legs but the cat sized girl, running with all the agility of her feline kin, lost the bulky workers who had chased her away from the docks in the excited crowed of the Plaza. Boo was just in time to hear the king's speech. Boo didn't mind the crowed. In fact, she loved all the excitement and fun! These events usually meant free food and big crowds meant a little pick pocketing, if needed, should be fairly easy. At her size, however, Boo couldn't see much more than legs and feet. Curious to a fault, the bare foot little girl put those sharp claws of hers to use and climbed up the side of a stall selling fruit to get a better look around.

New heros huh? Boo could be a hero. The little girl mused to herself. A school sounded boring though. Who needed school when they had talent? All the explosions and glitter at the end of the speech got a squeal of delight from Boo. Despite all the noise already hurting her sensitive feline ears, the child simply folded them back to protect them and clapped along as her tail flicked behind her in excitement. What should Boo do first? The girl just couldn't decide at first. Big, violet eyes drifted around from a couple of dark figures, to a feline man, to a boy a bit older than her running off, and the rest of the crowed.

Eventually, Boo decided to hop down from her perch and follow after the boy. It looked like he was heading towards the fire dancers and games. That was always fun! The little girl kept her eyes open for free food along the way though. She could never turn down free food! Especially sweets.
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Sploooooosh!~

That was a sound that echoed in one area of the Plaza as two cats, a normal black cat and a cat made of fire, danced around each other. Then, after gaining the people's attention with the weird Sploosh sound they made when they arrived, the two cats ran towards each other. At first, everyone thought the fire cat was going to burn the normal cat, however...the fire cat suddenly seemed to turn into a ring of fire with its scattered embers as the cat jumped through the ring. But instead of a cat coming out, it was a woman dressed in some flashy and eye catching clothing.

She quickly turned around, and jumped into the air. The ring of fire turned back into a cat after she went through, and jumped up with her, turning into a spiral of fire. But this spiral of fire never seemed to touch her once, as she never got burned. Furthermore, now she was seemingly flipping in place, a never ending flip, inside the spiral of fire.

There were others doing this with other elements as well, drawing attention and making a show.

"Ama...amazing..."

Zeebee was totally captivated by the display in front of him, that sparks were flying off him. Literal sparks of electricity, enough that he was unconsciously charging all the phones in the nearby area.

Zeebee was currently eating a huge amount of popcorn too, while he watched the show. There was also a breakdancing robot nearby, as well as a few others. As Zeebee ran by, he crossed paths with a few other people. He still had failed to realize he was giving off sparks though, so he had started drawing attention more then he realized.

But there was still so much to enjoy, such as the Hovercoaster that was set up! It was even enchanted with gravity magic so that while extreme, was perfectly safe!

The setting changes from millenium-plaza to Verinotte Hall

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The ball was evidently reaching the heights of its excitement and enjoyment as the people within mingled with each other and partied. It was a strange thing, a place where some people would be mortal foes on the field of battle stood side by side pretending to tolerate the presence of such a sworn foe at their shoulder. No doubt, though the physical wars were something of a distant world beyond these walls there was something of a more intricate battle taking place here. Here in this place of swirling colours and dancing lights there was a war of wits, minds and tongues as people interwove politics and intrigue together in a carefully woven tapestry of deceit.

One of these very same weavers was of course present to this most prestigious of events. A black robed figure, covered from head to toe in dark clothing and with a simple, undecorated plain black mask covering his face, stepped between small gaggles of people milling about in their own personal conversation. He certainly stood out as odd against those dressed in rich finery yet for those individuals who were too plain or common or even that he deemed uninteresting they simply didn't notice him. It wasn't that he was invisible to him but rather that they felt overwhelmingly compelled to simply look away and forget about him, which of course they did. It was a very useful talent, being able to go unnoticed by the eyes of simple mortals by simply telling them to.

He seemed to guide himself using the goblet of red win in his right hand, using it to subtly push people out of the way whilst his left was hidden somewhere within his robes. It was an ornate thing, this golden goblet in his hand, embossed into it were images of dragons and wolves dancing across lions and stags in silver and gemstones that glittered in the dozens of lights. Where he was going wasn't entirely clear as he weaved his way through the floor, perhaps he was simply signalling to the invisible hosts of this gala that he was present, it was entirely possible as he wouldn't be the only one doing so. That was of course before he finally halted next to a strange assortment of individuals, a fox, a child and a blue haired figure.

"Vance, I am glad you made it." How exactly he knew that name despite never having being told it wasn't entirely clear and his impassive features were giving no clue as to how it could be. He spoke in a low voice that normally wouldn't be able to be heard over the noise of such a large gathering and yet carried clear to all of them as easily as though it were silent. His voice carried a strange accent, certainly not one from anywhere around here or indeed anywhere at all, it was a mystery that would only deepen the longer one thought on it, like a lost thought just outside of reach. "I must confess, a part of me had thought that such a promising invitation would prove almost too inviting and frighten you away. But please, do introduce me to your companions here, I believe as the... Let's say patron, for your being here tonight you at least owe that much."

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Boo smiled brightly when Vance came to join them. As he got closer however, Boo could tell he looked a bit disappointed. "Aww, if you're sad we could still make friends! Wanna talk to the pretty man with the doll ladies?" The child asked, motioning to the Emperor and his sisters. She continued on without waiting long for an answer though."Boo likes the fancy stuff. The dress is so pretty! Even if it's kinda hard to climb in." Boo lifted her skirt slightly as if she were going to curtsy but she only batted a few crumbs away before returning her gaze to the captain. "They have so much good food too!" The little girl motioned for Vance to lean in. If he did so, she would whisper to him. "Boo took a plate of cookies." before giggling wildly as if she were an evil genius.

Once the miniature feline gained control of herself, she remembered her fuzzy, fox friend. "Yes, We will have lots of adventures! An you won't have to worry about anything cause. Boo will protect you." The little girl seemed to think she could do it too. "Oh! Boo invited him too. That's okay right? If he wants to come? did ya want to come?" Boo motioned to the fox she had been chatting with, a bright smile on her face.

It was a strange thing when another joined them. One moment there was no one in particular close by. Then BAM! man in black. He had quite a smooth voice and Boo wandered at how easily her delicate ears could pick it out against the background noise. He hadn't even raised his voice. While surprised, the little girl was as cheerful as ever. "Hello! Boo is Vance-kun's first mate." She announced proudly. "A general too! Vance-kun said so." Well he said she could be his first mate at least. The cat sized girl had just sort of decided she was a general too when she couldn't be captain. "We just met cute fox-kun. Teehee! We don't even have your name yet Fox-kun." Boo added. The mini-feline looked to Midgra with a light tilt of her head, hoping he would give a name, then returned her gaze to the hooded man. " What's your name? How do you know Vance-kun? Oh! Where did you get the pretty cup?" The curious kitten didn't mean to overwhelm the man with questions, she was just excited. The goblet was something Boo would have loved to 'collect' but she couldn't just snatch it in front of everyone. Besides, if he was a friend of Vance he was a friend of Boo and couldn't be a target.

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"Me? Oh I may not look like it but I am quite the hunter. So...I just hunt for a living. I left my bow home of course because we don't really need our weapons at a time like this." Ondona replied. It was both a truth and a lie at the same time. "Oh heavens me! I forgot to introduce myself!...Ahem...My name is Ondona. Sorry for not saying my name sooner." She gave a small bow of her head.

Of course after her bow, she took a small sip of her Vodka Black Tea and instead of a cough she gave a small sigh. Was it a good sign that she was growing used to it? Perhaps not.

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Vance looked at the man in black once and his voice was something that seemed to cut through him. "This is Boo. I met her at the festival on Origin and invited her to to join me on my "adventures" in helping others. To be honest I wasn't sure if I were going to come or not either. I still don't see how my being here makes any kind of a difference to anyone." He spoke plainly. "As for you, Mr fox, if you would like to come with me and Boo, you may come along as well if you wish." Vance smiled politely. His guard was on full alert at this point with the shadowy figure there once again. He awaited his answer to Boo's question as to what his name was.

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#, as written by Davien
Midgra sat silently until he was called cute. He laughed and rolled his eyes. He knew he was pretty worse for wear as most living things goes, but he enjoyed the compliment. Usually he was being chased out of the venue at this point. His childs tuxedo he had found must have really done the trick.

"There is only one person allowed to call me cute, and that is your mother." He grinned and let out another almost forced laugh.

He was not fully comprehending how abrasive he or his sense of humor could be at times. As more people joined the group, he nodded along with the conversation but only half listening. Should he go with these people? He sure as hell didn't have anywhere else to go at the moment, and once this party was over he would be stranded here. Wouldn't be the first time, but this was almost perfect for his current situation. He looked up to Vance and back down to the little girl. "Em... It would be most benificial to me if I could. Besides... Being out 'On the road...'" He did a finger quotes motion with his deformed hands, to show he knew it wasn't literal. "is way more fun than being around stuffy suits like this, no?"

As the man in black appeared Midgra jumped, clearly still on edge for the food police to come and find something he was doing wrong. He eyed the man warily, his blind eye still remaining half closed as his ears pinned back slightly. He was ready to leave, now that his belly was full. While he may have only spent an hour or two here, the ordeal was much more successfull than he thought it would be. But, now he was in a group, he was willing to be polite and wait for the largest of the group to lead on, because the largest was always in charge... Right?

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#, as written by claw
The black robed figure shifted his head to look down at the small pink haired girl as she suddenly burst into a babble of excited noise and chaos. His golden eyes blinked slowly as he listened to her, a cold look that shuttered for only a few brief moments of exposure and yet despite the seeming disinterest in them there was a slight sense of a predatory hunger the longer he looked at the girl, the look of a hunter when he stumbles across a great herd of grazing creatures. Though he listened to her chatter he made no attempt to answer any of it yet, simply politely listening until Vance once more spoke up.

As he blue haired boy talked once more he looked back over to the one he had given the invitation to this very ball to, as he did so the movement shifted a few locks of hair silver as the light of a summers moon drifted down from under the hem of his hood to waft lightly atop the upper ridges of his mask, though there were other lights around the room that should have warped the colour of his hair it seemed to defy it by remaining ridgedly silver and indeed now with the contrast against it it seemed almost, as if by some maddening design, that his mask alone was drawing in, draining the very light around him like a sinkhole, though it was only barely noticeable.

"What difference you make? Well just look at yourself, in the span of your coming from here to there you have already picked up one companion and am in the process of acquiring another. The ability to draw others to yourself is a powerful thing, and certainly one I very much look for in those I would seek to employ." Here he turned back to look at Boo, the look in his eyes know replaced with the sort of faint saintly kindness of some distant uncle who only graces the world once but every few years and travels to great and wonderful places of the world. "My name my dear? I'm afraid I found little use or need for one a long time ago, I have been called a great many names and titles that remembering my first is lost to me anyway. Now I simply allow people to know of me how ever they wish to know and name me. As for how I know our dear Vance here, I was the one who gave him the invitation that allowed you both to be present at this fine evening, at the very same place you two met in fact. And as for my cup? It is a goblet child, a very intricate form of cup indeed."

Here he did something very odd, his arm snaked back into the darkness beneath his robes, vanishing into the shadows like an eel lurking back into its rocky nest, goblet and all. And after barely even five seconds had passed his hand emerged once more, still clutching the goblet. Though this time, the goblet had drained entirely of the red wine that had sat within in its depths, indeed it was entirely bone dry as though no liquid had ever once touched it, there wasn't even a patch on the floor that could have indicated that the masked man had poured the wine onto the floor at his feet, it was as though the blood red liquid had simply vanished into nothingness. With a delicate twist of his wrist he offered the goblet down to the small girl, now that it was closer she would be able to see that what would have seemed like glass was in fact crystal, diamond to be specific, cut so carefully and so fine that the inside was perfectly smooth to both touch and the eye.

"If you are so interested by it, by all means take it for yourself, it is only a cup is it not? And more to the point only a small amount of the vast generosity I can provide to those around me of course."

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"So, you wish to employ me... us?" Vance asked not completely certain of what type of employment he was thinking of."And what exactly do you wish to hire us to do?" He was intrigued by the the amount of wealth he must have in order to be giving away diamond goblets. "It's clear you know of the things I've done in my past, but I don't wish to go down that path again. Not when I have others with me. I won't put others in danger no matter the reward." He spoke. He wasn't sure that the Shadowy Figure wanted him to do any mercenary work, but he wanted to make it clear that he wasn't going to do it anymore.

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#, as written by Yorda
Midgma's 'yo mama' joke went over Boo's head, but his laughter got her going again as well. "You'll come with us then?! We will have all of the fun on the road! Vance-kun says we won't ever run out of food ether." Despite this statment,
the miniature neko slipped a few more finger sandwiches into her bottomless pouch... just in case.

The hooded man's gaze seemed rather intense, even though his strafe mask obscuring some oh his features. Boo may have brought her guard up more if it had continued, but suddenly the man was acting more like an old friend than anything else. "Oh?" Boo let out with a thoughtful tilt of her head. Then, the little girl smiled brightly again. "Boo will call you Hood-kun then!" The child nodded after this statement as if it was the best idea ever.

Boo had to wander what Vance was talking about when he mentioned his past. She was also curious about what exactly Mr. Hood had in mind for them. Instead of being able to ask this questions that danced around inside her mind, Boo became distracted when the hooded man withdrew the goblet, only to empty it and offer it over to her as casual as could be. The little girl squealed in delight as she took the magnificent treasure. "Wow! Thank you!" Anything said after that was lost on Boo as the mini Neko-jin turned the goblet in her hands to study it more closely.

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#, as written by Davien
Midgra smiled and thought about it. Endless food. Surely she was lying... the coulnd't be such a thing. If there was, he swore his nose would have found it even halfway across the galaxy. Davien didn't like this character in the robes... something about him made his skin crawl, and his magic trick didn't help. But... A man who could afford to give away a glass like that was surely rolling in it. Him and Midgra were polar opposites financially, if that were the case. While he may give Midgra the willies... He did like food. And money, if pressed for a second choice. Midgra's good eye remained fixated on the hooded figure however, trying to gauge how he should feel by the reactions of the others.

Midgra had been around the block a few times, not all his scars were ones he was born with. Between Vance and the figure he could feel the tension of a shady deal being made. He had to force himself to not interject, and simply stood, watching and listening to the surroundings before answering Boo.

"Yes, I think it would be nice to have a change of company." He said in his thick, unplaceable accent, trying to hide the fact he had actually been all alone for months, was penniless, and might not be of any help at all to the group.

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"Put others in danger?" The masked man asked from where he was bent over, having just relinquished his grip upon the priceless goblet. He slowly straightened back up to his normal, hardly impressive height. "If I had the wish to harm others I would not have issue hiring those that would be more than ready to do so. No, your abilities and skill set would in fact be easily harnessed into a force that would be entirely capable of helping others. In fact that is what I would rather I employed you for."

"I sadly, try as I might, cannot be everywhere at once, and though it is true I am knowledgeable in a great many things, namely the exact specifics of your unique abilities, I cannot see everything. It is for that purpose I would seek your employ, word it how you would, little bird, spy, eyes and ears, the title is not relevant to me. But rather I would have you identify peoples of interest and note and gather them to you, so that both you and they would benefit from my patronage. And of course such an offer of employment would extend to all you chose to associate with, for you will find I'm very much generous providing your intentions do not set yourself against my ideals. It would be a paltry thing to provide food and riches, glittering gold and lavish tapestries, tomes of forgotten knowledge and glimpses of the forgotten worlds of the past. Anything you could really desire really would be entirely your payment if you but sign the contract per say. Of course you are perfectly able to refuse my offer, foolish though it would be, and though I will of course be disappointed for such lack of vision I will naturally accept your decision. Though of course, this offer of employ is open to all present company."

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"So let me get this straight? I only have to meet and recruit other people to join me and you're going to pay all of us?" He thought about it for a few seconds. He knew there had to be some sort of catch but he had to think of the others involved. "I don't see how I could refuse an offer like that. Provided that the people I help don't get hurt in the process I see no harm in this. Just let me read over the contract first and we'll have a deal, at least you'll have one with me. I can't speak for the rest of my people." He motioned to Boo and Midgra.

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#, as written by Davien
Midgra was still wary, but found himself slowly warming up to the man as he spoke. Spywork? Hrm. He had done that for some cash before, it was almost too easy, being small, well sensed in the scent department and capable of moving almost silently. Whats more is this man, Midgra could plainly see, was loaded. Probably to the gills. He looked again at his current company. They obviously thought he was adorable, bafflingly to him. He was used to hearing the opposite, sometimes even comments on the wet dog smell. He was just a little tougher and more experienced in some of the shadier parts of the galaxy than he would let on.
He knew there must be more to what this mysterious man wanted, but Midgra's mind was on getting those credits. The man said anything he wanted... And Midgra had always wanted his own ship. He would play along. Standing beside Vance and Boo he looked across to the other man, and directly up to Vance as he spoke.

"Em...."

Midgra spoke up quietly.

"How much food would we be paid with?" He chimed in, attempting to seem as clueless and green as he possibly could.

He knew that even a kick in the face was better than the situation he was currently in, and would accept any form of payment. He could always attempt to re negotiate later. For now though, he supposed he would act like one of "Vances people".