Mayia Hikamaru wrote:Pocky<3 wrote:James snorted, edging closer to the oil lamp's warmth. "Just call me Rotherington." He replied shortly, wearily eying Kojack as he stood rigid in the warehouse. Meanwhile, Olah was skipping through the small alleyways, a pale finger running against the gritty brick walls as her feet landed softly as the concrete. Scurries of rat paws echoed across the dank paths, a usual in the dusky alleys. Olah sighed deeply, though no air came out as she breathed out into the eerie weather. Faintly, murmurs of voices could be heard in the distance, though the vampire could not pick out who they were.
((Just wondering, is it around evening/night-ish? xD))
(Maybe night. I'm not even sure ^_^")
"Rotherington. As in the hanky swanky family uptown?" Natsume asked, narrowing his eyes just a bit as he looked James over. Since James got closer to the flames, Natsume was able to see his face much more clearly and began to smile eerily. "Oh. I remember you now. You're James, right? I knew your dad when he was around. He was a real idiot of a man, but he had honour. I have to at least give him a little credit for that." He said, grinning at the thought. The only time he ever saw James before was when he was about four years old. Natsume may not have aged, but James sure did.
((Okay thanks xD))
James blew out air quickly, making a 'tsk' noise in the peaceful silence. The annoyance clearly showed through. Sighing a little, he then took a step back, frowning. "You are neither friend or foe, what business do you have with me?" He said with panache, rubbing his palm slightly as he wished for his dragon.
Xaria. Xaria. Straining his eyes, he inspected Natsume closely, a twinge on his memory. Tugging his coat closer around his thin frame, the gold trimming catching the light from the frame.
Riko turned to face James' dragon, still holding his golden pocketwatch. A gentle tugging was on Xaria's mind, each time getting stronger and stronger. She shook her head wildly, small screeches as her scales rubbed against each other. Riko just walked up and kicked the dragon in the foreleg, a bored expression on her face. Xaria lowered her head, narrowed sea blue eyes staring into the fallen angel's. Riko maintained her expression, crossing her arms as she clicked her fingers. Her sword, crafted by exemplary smiths, disappeared- ready to be summoned once again. "We must fin him." She said
him with a sneer, an obvious burden on her shoulders.