[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FOfXCEQ.png[/img][/center] [hr] [@Rune_Alchemist] [@Natsu] [@Deadlyrose9641] [@HeroicSociopath] [hr] Abi liked to watch people interact; there was some sort of delight just seeing them-- be themselves. If nobody knew any better, the only reason she talks is to make sure her actions are merited, or when she is spoken to. She brings the milk to her lips and drinks slowly, her eyes darted from one person to the other in banter. [color=#C0C0C0](Interesting interesting people~)[/color] Perhaps she didn't want to say anything yet? Abi was about to have another bite of the slice of toast, that is until someone else introduced himself. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm Alex. Gothic lolita, right?"[/color] He spoke with interest; Abi could tell that Alex was watching, almost studying how intricate her dress was. She loved the attention, slowly putting her glass down to answer.. [color=#C0C0C0]"I take it you're a fellow fan of my fashion?"[/color] Alliteration intended, for that extra dash of literary litheness. Abi squinted briefly, a subtle smile present. [color=#C0C0C0]"Yes. I am. Don't you think it matches well with my ability?"[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"So...Your self-image?"[/color] --which was what he asked next. [color=#C0C0C0]"Like.. how I see myself from the inside. The 'me' that I have kept hidden-- without the layers and the judgement."[/color] Shade Alter, though-- was a fickle little thing. Abigail had learned to inspect herself, so the two beings almost weaved into harmony. A sight for later-- maybe soon. [color=#C0C0C0]"You would be surprised at the alters recorded in history."[/color] She added, to keep the conversation going. [color=#C0C0C0]"It's not odd to see Alters of all shapes and sizes-- you could even see some that are of a different gender, and even animals."[/color] The true-self was sometimes interpreted as identity-- the perfect bridge between imagination and reality. She closes that conversation, opting now to add to someone elses. This time, her almost-identical twin. [color=bc8dbf]"Pain, death, and suffering are the harsh realities of life. Blocking it out is the same as averting your eyes to tragedy."[/color] She took this small window to get a few nibbles in and a gulp, refilling her glass of milk before answering. [color=#C0C0C0]"Viola is correct."[/color] Abi wanted to sound as firm-yet-comforting as possible, so she spoke with hints of sympathy. Her mother used to do this all the time. [color=#C0C0C0]"Those are just realities we can't run from. Although--"[/color] Now she aimed at Viola, who seemed too harsh to word herself. [color=#C0C0C0]"We cannot come to the truth instantly, wouldn't you agree..?"[/color] Abi spoke with certainty; truth was something she took seriously. Her ability centered around it, so she would know a few things. [hr] The girl opened here mouth, intending to add more of her acquired 'wisdom', until Melody rushed towards the hulking Morholt. [color=#C0C0C0]"Speaking of death as a reality.."[/color] Abi rose from her seat, ready to head over to the rash pinkette and drag her away if needed. [color=bc8dbf]"Ah...that, Abi, dear, is Morholt the 'Death Knight'."[/color] [color=#C0C0C0]"Oh. So he [b]does[/b] have a name."[/color] Spoken under her breath. Abi had another apostrophic chide, coincidentally speaking with Viola at the same time. [color=bc8dbf]"--should be quite interesting to watch what happens, hm?"[/color] [color=#C0C0C0]"Should we do something now?"[/color] Abi knew the line as soon as it was laid down. Situations like these didn't end well. [color=#C0C0C0](Hmm.. I see a Goliath, but where's David..?)[/color] [color=ec008c]"C'mon guys, break it up! The year's barely started, do you really need to do this?"[/color] [color=#C0C0C0]"[i]...God bless your [b]soul[/b], Melody.[/i]"[/color] Once again, under her breath.