-Emlyn-

Emlyn had missed the town meeting, though in his own defense the time had been set quite early and he'd needed more time to prepare his wardrobe for the day. The subject of the meeting wouldn't be too terribly hard to guess, people had chattered about the death of the D'finn woman, and he'd listened. Tragedy it was, truly a tragedy, to lose such an old member of their little society. But, he had just the outfit in mind to flaunt for the day.

It had been a while since he'd done a darker-colored set -a tragedy in of itself, he looked damn good in black. But, morbidity governed his wardrobe, and what he donned was an elegant and intricate uniform consisting of every hue of gray to black and even a touch of purple, for that little ethereal flare. He wore a long-and-wide sleeved shirt, and a vest, black as night, with silver lines that flowered off from the base all the way to his shoulders. A drape adorned his waist that fell behind his legs like coat tails that did not end, with a black exterior and a deeper gray interior. The most ridiculous piece -for the always was such a thing- was a shoulder mount, which consisted of a spaulder like piece, equally dark as the rest of his clothes. Flared off of the top like sunbeams were four meticulously spaced feathers, each a varying shade of violet. Then as always, the rather tacky pink scarf was wrapped 'round his neck and tucked securely. 

He preened for a while, making sure everything was in place [i]just[/i] as it needed to be. Had to look proper when death was about. By the time he'd left his shop, he caught site of the people exiting the town hall en masse. He might have made a subtle pose, but he had a destination in mind and had put enough time into practicing that he was sure enough he could retain his aesthetic on the move. Much to his pleasure, he saw many of the crowd proceeding to the ice cream shop; now he could show off [i]and[/i] get his drink. 

There was a familiar face among them, though distantly familiar. He was bad with the names of those that weren't directly influential to him, but he was sure it began with a "K", or perhaps an "L"? Lisa? Kayla? Kari? Bah, he'd maneuver it out of her if he needed it. Which he might have, as it turned out; Rose, along with Connor, and Kira's apparent company, Roland didn't appear as though they planned on sticking around. His smile faded for a moment. Pity, he was certainly craving a cold drink. 

"Hello~!" he greeted, giving a wide wave that ended in a bow to those present. "I'm terribly sorry I missed the meeting this morning, Roland, I hope your father will understand. So, has a verdict been reached? Was poor Mary truly murdered?"