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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]The Weeping[/color] [/h1]

[i]Location: The Lucky Noodle, Paragon City
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[@Nallore][@IAmtheisland][@silver carrot][@Skelm][/center]
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He paced back and forth on the roof top. He had come here plan in hand but now was starting to doubt his choices. He had only been here not that long ago and caused a major ruckus and nearly killed someone. Was he expecting them to welcome him with open arms? They'd just roll out the red carpet and bygones be bygones? He frowned and bit down on his finger near his knuckle in frustration.

Even if he could talk to them without them instantly attacking him, would it make a difference? Oh sorry I wasn't in my right mind. Want to be friends now? Despite the fact that a switch could be flipped and all of a sudden, he's a danger to anyone he doesn't consider useful now. He stopped his pacing at the realization and retreated inwardly trying to feel out the spirit in question. 

Strange.

He couldn't sense them anymore. Or more specifically it was like something was blocking his ability to reach out to them. He could feel all of the other spirits in his subconscious, but it was like there was a haze or a fog that kept him from digging deeper. Unsure just what this meant The Weeping rubbed the back of his head in thought. At least this meant for now they weren't a problem, but it did hint at possible future problem. He had no way of knowing what it was planning.

Releasing a deep sigh his shoulders dropped. All this back and forth in his head was getting him nowhere. He had always considered himself a man of action. Looking down at his fingers he watched them as the claws seeped back into his skin and in their place were normal human fingers. He flexed them and walked into a shadow near him.

His eyes were quick to adjust to the sudden fluorescent light as he exited out of the shadows furthest from everyone coughing to get the attention of everyone in the room. His hands were held up high to show he meant to no harm.

[b][color=ed1c24]"I think we all got off on the wrong foot and I wish to talk."[/color][/b]

The Weeping tried to give a small smile fully aware he was potentially walking into a death trap. He hated that Amara had pushed him into such a position.