[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Grounds : Seat R -> Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Cobalt could hardly ignore the hulking figure that occupied the seat beside him, but with his shoulders turned, he thankfully had his back to him. This, however, did apparently not dissuade the man from interjecting. Cobalt glanced over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow slightly beneath his mask. Perhaps the man was as thick-headed as his frame would suggest. He'd hoped his extended hand to the woman on the other side of him would have been clue enough to who he was addressing, and the idiom that followed was one that he had admittedly never encountered before. Regardless, he ignored the man, turning back to the woman as she spoke. 

	He smiled, nodding his head politely as she introduced herself. He couldn't help but smirk slightly at her name, hoping that the emotion of the same name was at least leaving a pang within the heart of his earlier companion. This feeling, of course, was turned on it's head as Cobalt glanced over his shoulder again, looking past the impressive bulk of 'Titian' in time to see another man quickly take their seat beside her. The only boon he could take from the sight was her name. Madam Mauve. 

	His own neighbor, Envy, began to speak again, and Cobalt turned back to her, smiling politely. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, but their transport suddenly burst to life, jerking forwards and quickly building speed as it carried the seated guests through the frigid evening. The cold air whipping past, and the roar of the engine itself, drowned out any hopes of conversation, and Cobalt reserved himself to sitting back and pulling his coat around himself against the chill. When the manor did come into view, it certainly did not disappoint. 

	Rising to his feet, keen to actually make it to the manor itself, and inside away from the dark and the cold, Cobalt hesitated, turning to hold out his hand to help Envy up.

	[color=lightsteelblue][b]"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madam Envy"[/b][/color]

	He paused long enough for her to take his offered assistance if she so desired, before turning back to the Manor entrance. Several of the other guests had also alighted from their transport, and he found his eye caught by Mauve yet again. Taking a sharp breath of the cold air to clear his head slightly, Cobalt began to stroll forwards. Having to walk nearly the length of the train to reach the foot of the steps, he took a moment to inspect the other guests. In particular, he found himself inadvertently looking at the particularly stubborn gentleman from earlier. It seemed that he had become more lax about his seating convention, and indeed even seemed to be drawing the particularly striking woman sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. Cobalt smiled. Most intriguing. Regardless, he did find himself stopping beside Mauve, holding out his arm as he grinned. 

	[color=lightsteelblue][b]"Care to walk with me? I wouldn't want you falling again"[/b][/color]