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[We Could Be Heroes]

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Her smile lessened at his question before returning to the casual cool she seemed naturally to possess. Not like she could really go anywhere without getting questions like this, her mother being an influential as she had been. Still, the honest fact remained, Chance wasn't one to brag about her clan, or even her kind, because of how angry the members made her. Maybe she was really a monster, sure, but the constant pleas from family was almost stifling. And it wasn't even about the carnage she ensued, but the reflection upon the house's name that the clan had to deal with, that they cared about. What a terrible sort of beings.

"Sure. Plenty." Her answer was ridiculously blunt, almost as though she wished to have no more of the conversation at that point, she found herself adding after a moment of silence, "My mother was here days ago. Maybe it was her." No real hint of emotion in her words, she seemed utterly impenetrable in terms of determining her thoughts. Her body shifted weight, her arms still folded across her stomach. Her eyes though, they drifted elsewhere, taking in the street they were located on. Somewhere near the piers maybe? This place was still somewhat confusing to navigate.





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[Maestro_MAD]

He slightly picked up she wasn't pleased with what his question was. But which one?
Slightly confused to hear about this person's mother. He shrugged, giving an expression of shear know-nothing. "I can't think of who you're talking about. But if they could tone it down, that'd be great." The only reason Maestro wondered was he wanted it to stop. He liked to stay in sleep the only days he was asleep. The balanced dark circles around his eyes said that, not to mention it gave him a more darker and mysterious appearance; It wasn't sickly, but it showed his insomnia. He rubbed his nose, feeling a sneeze coming along but it pass with the gentle caress of his fingers. He did breath sharply, but it subsided.
Many others?
He thought. How many more of this person was there. He didn't know too many interesting people. He was a loner, which was strange for he was quite the social creature. He flicked the cigarette filter left to right sides of his mouth, resting it in the corners before rotating to the other. Over and over. "How many others of... Wait. There are plenty of who? What?

Just then he saw her wander with her eyes. Did he hint confusion from it?
Was she one of those spoiled and rebellious princess types?
It was too soon to judge. She was interesting though, so no harm in making a new friend. If she wanted to be his friend. He didn't have to many friends here. They seemed to narrowly avoid him, as if they knew what he was. His past, if only this one knew...

"Lost?" He asked now, catching her looking about. He leaned over, smirking a small expression of playfulness hinted over his eyes and mouth. The only things visible, that is seemed.
Most beings asked what was underneath, or why he wore these wraps. However, she didn't even bring it up. It didn't put him at unease but more just curious if she seen something like him before. He stepped a little closer, his steps slow and chill like a jazz player in the groove.

"Oh my!" Maestro exclaimed, plopping his hand on his fluffy hair, rather struck. Next he bowed, tilting his weight so he stumbled in a controlled comical manner, like a drunk in full control. "My name is... Well you can call me Maestro my wandering dove. And what may I call you?" His voice tempting with ease to calm yourself. It lured anyone to just chill. Mostly he didn't give off a threating demeanor.
That is... If you didn't dig. If you look deep within there was some truly terrible and fearful there.
Behind that smile he was giving her, like the Cheshire Cat.
That single description, phrase, the Cheshire Cat, was the closest you get to describing what he was.

[We Could Be Heroes]

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Chance came off rather easily ruffled sometimes, even with such a stoic take on the world. Her opinions were harsh, her verdict absolute and her eyes seemed to scream criticism when you looked into their depths. She hadn't always been this way, but upon evolution, much of Chance Arden had become less than was expected from one of her kind. Fae, such a noble and high blooded race, only to stuck with such a wonderfully miserable woman. Her attractive qualities were barely enough to get people looking past those negative traits, like her extremely blunt manner of putting things.

"Fae."

Her tone never seemed to change, not monotone, but seemingly stuck on the same low key small talk sort of lyricism all Fae were so well known for. It could be quite entrancing to some who've caught the full magnitude of the power. Chance didn't play those sort of games though, having a here nor there look on the whole allure buisness. She rarely even remembered to keep her glamour up, hence hanging from her back were those two hideous skeletal wings, coated only in a thin membrane of skin; completely useless as far as flying was concerned. Still, she made do with what she had left.

She listened as he continued to speak, mentioning a title she could address him by. She'd never really seen the point of the nameless, especially with background like hers where your name was your title. Still, she gave a nod to acknowledge his comment, her tongue darting over her lips in a suggestive swish of pink. Not intentional, but at the same time, an obvious come on.

"My name's Chance Arden, Satrapy of the Crescent, second to the Vereaux legacy, third born of Lucky Vereaux, b*****d and b***h alike." And with that, she made a mocking attempt at a bow, arms flailing in small circles before she finally bent at the waist; only, her head remained cocked back, never taking her curious eyes off of him when she did so. Righting herself, her hands moved to her pockets, finding her cigarettes.






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[Maestro_MAD]

"Such a beautiful name, for a beautiful creature such as yourself. And the titles. Majestic." Maestro didn't give a off a sense he was flustered or wavered by what she said or, more importantly, how she said it. His grin was a dark seductive one, his eyes swirled against the darkness as he random walked about, kicking the slight dirt with his giant black kitty slippers. He wondered about what she said. The Faes. Although he wasn't afraid to ask, he felt it was rude to keep pressing on something, he believed, didn't really give the brightness in her day. So he would drop the subject. He turned to her, listening to her introduce herself. His eyes began to goggle something that he didn't care to notice before.


Those wings...

His mind began to race with the past. The things he has seen, experienced and now remembering. He brought his hand up to his face, gripping the filter with his pinky and ring finger, concentrating on his memory. It caused a headache, pain swimming in his head for a brief moment; It remained as quick as it dispersed. Next he turn to Chance, gaining site of her again. She was searching for something, and so he stepped closer. He felt after the introduction, things might settle any tension in the atmosphere. He then began to notice. The way she looked, in detail... Combine with how she acted he realized, how should it be put, sexual she seemed in nature. Her appeal and small actions that suggested such. She seemed to be having some kind of off day, guessing she could be more dazzling than she appeared now. He sniffed very quietly and discreet manner. God he could almost chew on the pheromones she gave out.

Was this her power?

He suddenly passed that smell and caught something else.
It was tobacco.
She was going to have a smoke.
He finished off his own cigarette, replaced it and lifted his lighter.
His golden zippo, he struck it and a large flame glowed from it. He offered it to her, holding it close now that he stood close.