[u]Taylor[/u]

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Stepping away from the full body mirror Taylor had spun twice to catch a glimpse of himself. He donned an all midnight black suite with a contrasting ivory mask with three horns and a halo; he looked down at his hands and shook them. [i]'Fucking freezing in here.'[/i] Mentally muttered Taylor his eyes went over to a nightstand and landed on a pair of gloves. They were black, streaked in white, and looked like cartoony skeletal hands, except the 'bones' were thin and fragile in appearance. Behind the mask he tried not to smile Taylor [b]didn't want to[/b] he made it to the door. [color=fff79a]"Hey, parents thanks for the suite, and the knife...Never know what can happen."[/color] 

Arriving at the Rhean Center on a tricked out motor bike Taylor had parked near the water and stuck to the shadows while walking fast yet slow enough to keep eyes off of him, he made a attempt to contradict his loud bike. Taylor noticed two things; friends outside talking and people filling Rhea's Center with a loud, proud, and somewhat snooty female announcer. He blended in with the crowd and got inside without trouble. The first thing Taylor did was get himself a drink; something blue, sparkling and heavy in his gut. His left hand brushed the knife strapped to his lower left rib.   [color=fff79a]"Let's hope anything going to shit is just my paranoia. [i]Yet[/i] I came prepared."[/color]

Eyes went to the people, he thought of Vampyre and mentally began making two lists of notes; Defense and Offense. Even with the suite and mask (Taylor's never been in formal attire aside from School.) People started to recognize the young man, his nervous tics, the paranoid posture, and his walk. It-it had a newfound are of confidence and swagger...Like somebody gave that villain Angel Arm. It was now he smiled behind the mask, so many people who disdained him...Were forced to be civilized!  [color=fff79a]"Welcome to the party! Let's celebrate Rhea and eventually the entire world's heroes and heroines-even the Non gender specific-with [u]true appreciation."[/u] After raising his voice Taylor had made his way to the stairs and back up nine paces.

He applauded! With energy and adoration few others joined in only to make themselves look good-some gave more energy to those who defeated the cultists-they repressed their bitter smiles. ...Taylor was right, [i]They had to clap, had to show gratitude, the ball wasn't enough![/i] As the number of wounded pride and irked dignity grew Taylor stopped applauding and turned to the royal lass with Shadow handmadiens and the like, with hands still clasped he bowed.   [color=fff79a]"Sorry I couldn't lend a helping hand, I was, honestly. Hiding. Hopefully this moment and the future can turn my repertoire around, Madam Valois-Saint-Remy!"[/color] His voice was soft and hurt, steady and passionate. Taylor intended to sound sincere but there's no hiding the truth; Taylor only have enjoyed this, the other half was frightened!

Seconds passed and Taylor remained bowing to her, he silently waited for her permission to rise...And tell her his name.