[<Yawn> You know, if someone PM'd me once and a while. I would have remembered that I had forum role plays that might have wanted me to post in. Mean while, there are far too many pages that I have no interest in looking through, so I scanned over the most previous page, and I'll base this post off of those events.]
"Well, well. There seems to be a lot of excitement going on just below... I wonder what all the fuss is about." A most likely long forgotten male says, in a dark and mysterious sounding voice, that still seemed to bear the ring of royalty. A small little smirks lowly curls it's way onto the male's hidden lips, since his entire face was hidden behind the Uindo Kamen. Better known as the Wind Mask. This mask was a light blue color, and seemed to have white cloads running across it's surface. Oddest of all was that it was missing any form of sockets so that it gave the appearance of that he could not see. A mainly white, but still colorful haori shifted against his chest as he shifts his hands from where they hung loosely at his sides, and then crossed them at his chest. His gray eyes, unseen due to the mask that he wore, stared almost blindly at the back of the mask, as a never ending swirl of wind seemed to twist and writhe around his body, making his long black hair be thrown about in such a way as to make it seem like it was fanning around his head every once and a while. He had no intentions of stepping in on whatever events were unfolding below him, he was only going to observe and learn of what was happening on his own time, his free time. A short chuckle escapes his unseen lips as his masked head tilts downwards, as if he was watching the fighting and everything that was going on below. Though he was hardly close enough to even be noticed unless someone were to look up and manage to spot him. Thanks to the ever shifting winds that were around him. This Spirit Hellspawn known as The Demon of Many Masks, was seeming to be uneffected by the rain that was falling from the clouds of the sky. The actual wind itself making the rain almost arc around him as if it were a wall between such elemental things as that. The Demon of Many Masks, also known as Reaver allows his hidden lips to shift from a small smile, to a large grin as he watches everything, even though he did not appear to be able to see. Even though he was watching everything, it did not mean he had any reasonable reason to even be here. Which was a surprise all in itself.