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[@Jangel13][@King Atlas][@Narcotic Dollie][@ArenaSnow]

"[color=#000000]Re'Mane.[/color]" He stated simply to Naya, one could nearly hear the smile in his voice. The phantom didn't really 'walk' into the shop. He just sort of turned to face the shop and phased completely out, leaving nothing in his wake but a small burst of unusually warm air. He didn't stay gone for long though, after the three had fully entered the store, he reformed himself. Though he wasn't standing his time, he was simply sitting upon the corner of a table, carefully turning the stick as he inspected the bird-skull that was now his. His feet dangled, swinging back and forth very gently- one couldn't see anything but the impression of his feet in the cloth that covered over them. 

Normally things wouldn't be able to phase in and out with him, but the stick was kind of a special item, he supposed. He could touch things and take them with him, but only sometimes. It was a very fickle item, but he was glad he was able to take the bird-skull with him, in a bit of a weird way. He was dead, he wasn't supposed to have 'things' or items to possess! Yet now he had two things that were his, even if one of them was annoying and the other thing he couldn't even touch without the first thing. [i]Bleh.[/i] A minor problem. Maybe it would be easier to leave his new trinket somewhere safe, just in case the stick decided to do one of its infamous disappearing acts. Or worse, to merely avoid damaging it more. 

Re'Mane turned his attention from the stick and trinket to look at the vampire that finally took notice of him. He carefully released the stick with one hand and raised the other to give both the vampire and the angel a rather friendly seeming wave. While one couldn't see the smile on his nothingness of a face... the air about him just sort of gave off the impression that he was smiling. Or at least looking friendly. 

Without much warning, he lifted the stick up a bit before aiming it directly at the space where his head should be. And then promptly shoving it into his hood until it vanished entirely along with the trinket he had been gifted just a short while ago. And with his minor distraction out of the way, Re'Mane turns his attention to the angel. 

"[color=#000000]Ah, excuse me, holy one. But will you be playing again sometime soon? Here? I wasn't fortunate enough to be close enough to hear if you spoke of singing elsewhere... or hear anything aside your music.[/color]" But after he finished speaking, Re'Mane twitched as a hand was brought up to gently rub at the side of his hood.

A bit late, but hadn't Naya said the name Caezel?
Now why in the world was that a familiar sounding name...

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