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Nallore
Vampiretwilight
LadyAuramoon
Story Weaver
Ravion the Red
Stryder BC
WhiteAngel25The Weeping
Location: The Melting Pot, Eastern Nighthaven, Paragon City
Skills used: Host of Many
The Weeping allowed his expression to remain neutral as Amara spoke. As she finally vanished and her voice dimmed a small frown crossed his lips. She took it better than he had expected. She was however proving to be a problem. He leaned up against the brick wall as he contemplated his next actions. His stance was beginning to become a problem. His figure vanished into the shadow of the wall he leaned upon as he now found himself on top of the decaying building overlooking the alleyways.
His orange eyes scanning from left to right. The people he had claimed under his territory. The lost, the homeless, and the destitute. Orphans, prostitutes, and just people down on their luck with nowhere else to go. They were for all intents and purposes a liability. A weakness and yet he could not bring it upon himself to just turn his back on them as he watched them going about their daily lives. No longer under Fat Tony's boot.
Looking upward The Weeping locked onto a high-rise building and allowed himself to sink into the shadows beneath him until he found himself high, much higher than he had ever dared himself to be. Sitting upon the ledge overlooking what he could see of Paragon City. Nighthaven in full view, with Greyport and the Financial district in the distance. Allowing his talons to tap on the concrete he sat upon his thoughts wandered as the cool breeze blew across his face.
'Play along?'
The thought flashed in his mind. Make a new ally? Rid himself of Amara? Steps to be taken. A small coy smile graced his face as he pushed himself up standing upon the ledge. He could hear the spirits muttering indistinguishably in the background of his mind as he gathered their attention. Without the amulet he would need a different approach. Several dozen shades of various sizes and shapes begin to form of inky blackness. Souls under his command.
"Go." He whispered on the wind.
"Find the girl." His voice lost upon the wind as soon as it came into being. As the spirits vanished The Weeping noticed a construction worker working on a building across from him was staring at him. The Weeping did not smile or even blink his eyes, just raised one foot and walked off the edge of the building. Freefalling as the man stood with his mouth agape at the apparent suicide, but instead of an expected splat only silence. The Weeping had vanished.
