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[h1][color=red]S[/color] [i]a m u e l[/i][/h1]  
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[color=red]"Apollo wishes he could get thanked so good."[/color]

[color=888888]— Sam[/color]

[hider=Status]30 | Male | G.E.M.I.N.I | Creeping Anxiety
Stab, Slash | Dagger, Sword | Arcane | Fade
Paranoia | Hallucinate
Malice | Darkness | Devious Intent
[Obfuscate (4)] [Intangible (4)], Damage X (6), Pull (2), Dispel (6), Mana Burn (6), Restrain (4), Extend (2), Trap (0), Piercing (2), Full Enhance (4)

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Silver Beam (12)][Damage X (6)] = 108 Mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 430[/hider][/center]


Even though he was denied the succor he requested, Silhouette was not deterred from keeping himself in range should another fight break out, as unlikely as that was. People were vacating the premises, but he would not dare assume what a monster might be thinking, especially one strong and sentient enough to lead Espers astray. 

He kept a watchful eye on the departing Espers as best as he could. There wasn't much light to use in the room that wasn't directly coming from another person or their abilities, but Silhouette had adjusted well enough, perhaps due to his affinity for shadows. 

His eyes managed to make out the ice sculpture that Klava had created upon her departure. His eyes then betrayed mild disappointment, and he found himself wanting to heave a sigh. 

[color=red][i]How immature... I am concerned she may not even be in her teens yet with such an elementary display.[/i][/color]

Besides, he'd seen much better work on a stall in the boy's bathroom when he was in sophomore year. Granted it was in pen and not ice, but there was a great deal more passion and detail put into the artwork, unlike this amateurish presentation. But lavishing those drawings with praise was a little weird and absurdly arrogant, so he decided to leave it at that. 

...or he would have had it not suddenly erupted into a shower of hot liquid all of the sudden. 

A drop or two hit his arm, and he slowly turned to face the criminal guilty of destroying it. 

[color=MediumSpringGreen]“It looks like I’m almost out of mana,”[/color] she said rather obliviously. 

Samuel was smiling. But of course, he was. He couldn't NOT smile while he was transformed. It was his blessing and curse. Mostly a blessing right now, though.  [color=red]"So I see."[/color]

[color=MediumSpringGreen]“You should probably ask one of the medics to help you with your hands.”[/color]

Any irritation he had evaporated rather quickly when he saw just how exhausted she was. [color=red]"It will be fine now that things are coming to a close, but thank you for your consideration,"[/color] his words, as distorted and filled to the brim with demonic malice as they may be, seemed about as genuine as they could get. [color=red]"You did excellent work today, despite how rough the operation went. To be separated in such dire circumstances and keep a level enough head to make it back and continue to fight during your first large mission truly betrays an incredible will."[/color] he encouraged. [color=red]"I look forward to our next share assignment."[/color] Offering a polite bow, Samuel left Ashley with those words. 

Samuel decided to transform back into a normal human for the second time in this accursed place. Or rather the first. He certainly didn't intend to the first time. 

He did not leave immediately, opting instead to speak to each of his allies before departing. He only barely managed to catch Jacquline before she exited the room, and gave her his thanks for her contributions for the day, but did not keep her so as not to be an annoyance. 

His words to Lilliah commended her flexibility and ability to keep her head even against the Nun that had made short work of himself, and he praised the determination and aggressive pursuit of victory that Valkyrie displayed. 

As for Su... well, if someone had been actively watching and listening to Samuel's comments on the others, they would find he was a bit less enthusiastic when it came time for her turn. Only a bit, however, and it was not as though it seemed forced, merely that he seemed keener on making sure she knew he was thankful for the save earlier than anything else. 

Once he had found and thanked[s] the shit out of[/s] Binky, he decided now he could depart. Ice cream was beginning to sound better by the second. Or maybe a beer. Or few? Well, he intended on celebrating his not being dead today by having a decent meal, having courteously inviting those he thanked. 

[color=red]"Hmm?"[/color] Samuel caught Ashley stomping on something, only just noticing her because Veronica came from that direction. From the remains, it seemed obvious it was part of that egotist's statute. [color=red]"Hmm..."[/color] He was curious as to what exactly evoked the reaction until a certain thought crossed his mind. [color=red][i]Oh, that's right. There wasn't just the ice one, was there? That cursed statue, too...[/i][/color]

[color=red][i]Oh, wait...I haven't invited agent Orion yet. How rude that would have been![/i][/color] 

...and so, once he obtained Ashley's response, he finally set out to leave.