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When he heard her step closer to the doors, he pondered slipping up onto the roof and leaving her in wonder if he would still come tonight or not. Resting his back against the stone, his gloved fingertips ready his body to fly off of the ledge and onto the roof below if he hears the wrong voice. Turning his gaze, he greets those blue orbs and pushes himself off in order to slip into the candle lit room. "I see this place doesn't change." Comes his dark remark, the same persona he had last night on. For he is no longer Quinn Weaver but the Shadoweaver. With blood dried on his blades and the mask wrapped tightly around his face, hood drawn up. "You were expecting me?" Is his next question, a hint of shock in his voice.
"I wasn't planning on coming back but this time I won't be staying for a cup of tea and a conversation. I'll be brief." His old self creeps back in, his fingers twitching as he wants to just wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze. Nothing is more thrilling than seeing the light fade form someones eyes. They're helpless and you're the only one who has control over if they make it to love and live another day or if they'll be buried six feet under come a few days. It's all about influence and power over others. The Shadoweaver might give Celestial Kingdom a run for it's money one of these days, having the thrill of actually killing a servant or perhaps a Lord who will be staying in the castle. They're bound to be a few staying here... perhaps tonight?
Coming back to reality, not meddling with his thoughts, he is quick to speak over whatever she might be talking about. He is hardly listening anyway. "Before I left, I told your brother that you and Quinn met in town. He is a shop keeper - now what should he sell? Do you plan on ever seeing this Quinn fellow again? These are questions you better start asking yourself, Princess." His silvery voice comes back, biting as hard as ever when he states her rank. "I think it's best to have him never appear again. Facade's are easy to accomplish with the right accents. Gestures... motions. It's all acting. So on his way back, he was ambushed by no other than the Shadoweaver, his throat slit right open in the back of his very own shop. Done." He turns his back and moves right from the room, climbing up on the ledge and crouching down, knowing she will have more questions and somehow want him to stay.
"I wasn't planning on coming back but this time I won't be staying for a cup of tea and a conversation. I'll be brief." His old self creeps back in, his fingers twitching as he wants to just wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze. Nothing is more thrilling than seeing the light fade form someones eyes. They're helpless and you're the only one who has control over if they make it to love and live another day or if they'll be buried six feet under come a few days. It's all about influence and power over others. The Shadoweaver might give Celestial Kingdom a run for it's money one of these days, having the thrill of actually killing a servant or perhaps a Lord who will be staying in the castle. They're bound to be a few staying here... perhaps tonight?
Coming back to reality, not meddling with his thoughts, he is quick to speak over whatever she might be talking about. He is hardly listening anyway. "Before I left, I told your brother that you and Quinn met in town. He is a shop keeper - now what should he sell? Do you plan on ever seeing this Quinn fellow again? These are questions you better start asking yourself, Princess." His silvery voice comes back, biting as hard as ever when he states her rank. "I think it's best to have him never appear again. Facade's are easy to accomplish with the right accents. Gestures... motions. It's all acting. So on his way back, he was ambushed by no other than the Shadoweaver, his throat slit right open in the back of his very own shop. Done." He turns his back and moves right from the room, climbing up on the ledge and crouching down, knowing she will have more questions and somehow want him to stay.