Disgrace ;
10-07-2016, 09:28 AM
There is nothing clumsy about Poser, and he finds the very notion offensive. Personally offensive. He's high headed and elegant, high strung and forward. Brash. There's something that runs in his veins and it tastes like pure chaos. Every movement the shadow makes positively drips with it, fills up with this... awareness. Striking awareness that he is him, and that everyone else would never be as good as he was. Ha. Pity. Poser's posture is upright as he smirks at the creature. Though she is bigger, he's faster and never scared. The only thing that could get him were the monsters in his head. No one else was actually going to drive him to falter. Poser was the only one that could destroy himself. Sapphire eyes burn as the woman speaks, and he narrows them considerably. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor, solnyshko." High headed and light on his feet, Poser is nearly dripping with something... unattainable. He's always been bold, he will always be bold. Brash. Confident. He's found his way to the north on his exploring, and it's keeping him... on his toes. Things are strange here, and he would very much like to return to Auster, but there's something at hand. There's a woman at hand, and she's starting to bore him. In need of constant mental stimulation, this situation is failing him already. "So what are you like, doing here?" Poser's head tosses-- he doesn't really care, but he'd take a page from Aeru's book. She liked to meet people, and maybe he could have some sort of information for her when he next encountered her. When she returned home? What a lovely notion. She would make such a good spy, but his mind is dragged back to the task at hand. Poser would look at the stranger with interest, waiting for her reply. He would try to set phasers to poser breathy way of saying my name |
Hey, just wanted to let you know the drop shadow on your table is hard to read. <3