[Light blue eyes dart back over to the profiles, picking Kagura's out among the others. A truly beautiful woman, but her profile raises several questions. "Enemy of Humanity"? Quite the title. Not that it really matters to him, since he's hardly human.
His attention returns to her quickly, as though he wasn't looking over her info.]
Oh please, just Amaranthe is fine. "Sir" is more befitting of someone like my grandfather.
[He smiles, light and charming, an expression practiced and poised. His eyes trail over her bandages and silently he wonders if she was injured... but then, they don't look as though anything beneath them is bleeding. Yet, anyway. Perhaps she just changed them.]
I assume you also took note of these. [He gestures to the profiles, as though he didn't overhear her commenting on them.] It's rather odd they've managed to obtain so much information about all of us, isn't it?
[His own burning questions about her information go unasked. It wouldn't do to pry and start making enemies, after all.]
There's also some strange dark magic covering the door; it seems that escape is impossible, at least from this room.
Ah, I see...Amaranthe, then. A pleasure, despite the circumstances.
[Her gaze watches him with dull interest, though the smile hasn't faded from her face in the slightest; it almost feels slightly analytical, as if taking in everything she can about him.]
I have, indeed. I had wondered if these profiles were merely conjecture placed here to spread falsehood and discord amongst our group, but it would seem in talking to others, that there lie certain accuracies within them...
Strange. Strange, indeed. [Kagura's head tilts curiously at Amaranthe, as she looks at him still.] The dark magic is...almost something I recognize; some Reapers utilize something similar to it, yet it is so very different than what I am used to...
What do you make of all of this so far, if I may? Have you had much of a chance to talk to others...?
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His attention returns to her quickly, as though he wasn't looking over her info.]
Oh please, just Amaranthe is fine. "Sir" is more befitting of someone like my grandfather.
[He smiles, light and charming, an expression practiced and poised. His eyes trail over her bandages and silently he wonders if she was injured... but then, they don't look as though anything beneath them is bleeding. Yet, anyway. Perhaps she just changed them.]
I assume you also took note of these. [He gestures to the profiles, as though he didn't overhear her commenting on them.] It's rather odd they've managed to obtain so much information about all of us, isn't it?
[His own burning questions about her information go unasked. It wouldn't do to pry and start making enemies, after all.]
There's also some strange dark magic covering the door; it seems that escape is impossible, at least from this room.
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[Her gaze watches him with dull interest, though the smile hasn't faded from her face in the slightest; it almost feels slightly analytical, as if taking in everything she can about him.]
I have, indeed. I had wondered if these profiles were merely conjecture placed here to spread falsehood and discord amongst our group, but it would seem in talking to others, that there lie certain accuracies within them...
Strange. Strange, indeed. [Kagura's head tilts curiously at Amaranthe, as she looks at him still.] The dark magic is...almost something I recognize; some Reapers utilize something similar to it, yet it is so very different than what I am used to...
What do you make of all of this so far, if I may? Have you had much of a chance to talk to others...?