Light. Rebirth. Cosmic Divinity. These were the thoughts that came to mind when Grimm noticed the Soul of the Slylark earlier that day, a fleeting glimose into a world h coukd barely comprehend that had sparkedba riaring inferno of artistic inspiration in him. He'd stayed on the roof of the opposing building, hidden in the shadows as he used his Reaper's eyes to viewnher soul if the fire began to dwindle, or if he just wanted to bask in the radiance of it. And there he stayed for hours until the Skylark decided to go somewhere. He followed at a fair distance, hopping from rooftop to rooftop until she came to her destination, a local inn of some sort. Something about it tickled at his memory, but he'd have time for that later. Now he was too focused on capturing the soul before him on his paper.

He entered the Inn silently, took a seat not too far away from the kitsune present, and continued the process. Ye had moved on from the pencil stage a while ago and was now in the process of inking the piece, already planning on which among the plethora of colors and techniques he had at his disposal he would be using when he began to color it. He still looked up every few minutes as he did so, ice blue spheres glowing softly in the darkness of his ragged black hood. 

Grim was technically not wearing anything right now, dressed in only his Reaper Cloak, which was his basically soul, and thus, technically not clothing. He currently had it formed arou d him in a garb of black leather shirt with a dull sheet of metal coverung his vitals, leather leggings with similar greaves and boots, none of which made a sound when he moved,,almost as if he wasn't even their. His hood was worn-looking, ripped and ragged at the edges with several holes throughout it. Most strangely of all, the cloak was moving, slowly yes, but still easily noticeable with the way the fabric was undulating and writhing around his form, like it was a live almost. 

"First day back in the realm of the living and already I find such an inspiring subject. Maybe this whole venture isn't a complete waste of time." Grimm engaged in one of his less sociable habits, thinking out loud, which was a product of him spending unhealthy periods of time with virtually no one else but himself to talk to. "I just hope that there won't be any annoyances aming the group whenmwe go to face this Marcys guy. Isn't there a meeting about that today and if do, shouldn't I be heading over there . . . fuck it, I've got time. Can't even remember where the place is anyway."

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