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[center][color=#D3D3D3][b][u]Los Angeles - Obscure Alley[/u][/b][/color][/center]
[center][@Count Cuddles][@Prosaic][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][/center]

Indeed, the media had displayed these heroes as less appealing, but it would be a fool's errand to consider every masked vigilante a welcomed addition to societal structure, and even less so, their image. Though the Frenchman echoed words so often mentioned on that television screen, 'more of a nuisance than he's worth', to be specific, Nello could not help but manage a soft chuckle. The two had made their way through a mess of people, a feature quite impressive in itself, considering their less than obscuring presence. A mystic knight and a mysterious, masked individual would scarcely work wonders in blending through the endless crowds of Los Angeles. Even so, Nello had managed to maneuver them into an empty alley, a vigilante's favorite surrounding. [color=#D3D3D3][b]"Aren't we all?"[/b][/color] The boy smirked beneath his helmet, that black visor completely obfuscating whatever rested within. However, considering the Frenchman's powers, Nello could imagine the chaos caused by him, when more effort was displayed. The man had managed little more than a party trick during Midnight's battle, an entirely conscious decision, no doubt.

[color=#D3D3D3][i]"If this dude's gonna' blow shit up, perhaps some better attire would be preferable,"[/i][/color] came Nocturne's voice with a chuckle, [color=#D3D3D3][i]"punch him in the face and see if that mask holds."[/i][/color] Despite a rather crude way of expressing himself, the shade was right, of course. A porcelain mask, though indeed a notable work of art, managed little in the way of defense. 

[color=#D3D3D3][b]"You have a team, or do you work alone?"[/b][/color] Midnight continued, crossing his arms beneath that white cloak, the night black armor beneath, decorated with immaculate silver, hidden from any onlooker. The boy would remind others of a cosplayer, little more than a teenager dressing up in clothes far too expensive to be sold in any casual store. His height did little in aiding a less than intimidating presence, making it almost comical how the outfit, a knightly regalia, fit so perfectly on Nello's slight frame. Though his armor was quite clearly heard beneath the cloak as Midnight moved, one would not be too quick to note that the cloak itself was just as sturdy and just as resistant. He often referred to the flowing cloth as his 'shield'. [color=#D3D3D3][b]"Backup can be a Godsend, in this line of work,"[/b][/color] the teen finished, causing the shade to groan at the word.

[color=#D3D3D3][i]"Ugh, we don't use words like 'God' in this household! I'll wash your tongue out with soap, bleh..,"[/i][/color] Nocturne added with disgust. Indeed, aspects of divinity were quite dangerous for the two, and it was something Nello went to great lengths to avoid. The presence of a cross was troublesome enough, when outside his armor. He would never even dream of touching the accessory, not even with gloves on. [color=#D3D3D3][i]"..Nello, I think someone's here..,"[/i][/color] the shade warned, causing Midnight to reveal his arm coated in a clawed, metal glove. A dark mist wisped past the appendage in response to the boy's motion, as if drawing a sword, [url=https://i.imgur.com/ierrhBV.png]Moonshadow[/url] appeared in his hand as the knight perked his attention. The blade was unlike most, its appearance unique and shape emanating a presence of absolute emptiness. As if he had grasped a bit of the void, itself.

[color=#D3D3D3][b]"We're being watched,"[/b][/color] Nello finished, attempting to find the presence Nocturne had noted.