I walk through the masnion walls easily, looking at the people inside. I had cooled off since I had last een here and now I waited eagerly to see someone. While waiting I turn into a black pheonix and fly up into the rafters. While perched, I get comfortable and watch the scene below me through balck beady eyes.
"Bah.. Apparently I'm not as dashing dead as I was alive.."
- His skeletal jaw shifts, as if trying to frown, and decides he'd have a better chance at getting a dance if he returned to his normal self.. -
- Turning back to the bar, he hunches over, head tilted down, and covers himself as best he can with his duster, which changes into a formal dark coat, his hat to a top-hat, as the muscle tissue, skin and hair quickly regrow onto his frame.. -