Irreverence
01-15-2014, 07:43 PM
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The charcoal beauty stared intently back at Loki with a face of stone. She glanced toward the pool, saw nothing but rippling reflections, and then returned her stoic gaze to the black male in front of her. Seeing one's fate was not the power the pool was rumored to have, no it was something about communicating with the dead or other such nonsense. Ravage could sense the disingenuous nature of his words, but deigned to play along just in case this joke came with a punch line. "Tell me more..." Her words were whispered in a feather-light voice. Eyes of liquid venom judged and dissected while giving no emotion back. The woman would choose her reactions carefully until she better understood this dark stranger. |