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by Culex on Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:29 pm
Strolling silently by, Culex takes a peek at the crowd of people seated in front of the stage. Still standing towards the back of the crowd, he leans on a wall in the corner of the theater, which shadows the top part of his body in down to his waist. He listens to the man, Edge was his name, speak of his exploits and watches as his words seem to mesmerize the very stage itself as the lights seemed to beckon at his every whim. As he spoke of travels to different lands and how none of them compared to this one, Culex couldn't help but a give a slight grin of satisfaction. Though not having been here long, Culex knew exactly what the man spoke of, as he himself had become accustomed to the caliber of people that called this place home and found it to be somewhat of one himself. As the man on stage stopped talking and the lights dimmed, Culex couldn't help but follow the applause that had been started by Skallagrim. After a few moments of applauding, Culex himself stopped, and decided to make his way to the door, but as he opened it he took one last look towards the stage.
Heh... Show-off.
And with a smile, Culex leaves the theater, happy that the man he doesn't even know had returned.
“I am matter... I am antimatter... I can see your past... I can see your future... I consume time... And I will consume you!”
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