RUSSIAN ROULETTE with no luck

She called into the darkness, asking his intentions, and for a moment, Angelus was silent. What were his intentions? What did he hope to gain by remaining hidden? The answer was nothing. He had no intentions and he had nothing to gain. The brute had simply found himself in the position to be a silent witness. He meant her no harm; meant her no goodwill either, but she wasn't in need of anything so that didn't matter much.


Finally, Angel slipped out of the shadows. His movements were silent and natural, and he moved without any real thought as to how he was doing it. Many gifts had passed him over, but stealth was the one thing he'd been given and he used it now with ease.


He didn't move far, moving forward only enough so that she could see him. This was for both their benefit. It allowed him--both of them, really--a safe distance and evened things out. Sure, were he darker-natured he'd have just given up his one advantage, but he wasn't, so the lose barely registered. "Neither. Though I could very well be either should it strike one of us right."


His gaze stayed steadily on her face. By now he was familiar with her form; he didn't need to investigate further. It was entirely up to her what he became to her, friend or foe. He was largely neutral, although he wasn't one to flee should she take offense to being watched.



"Speech"

He was waiting