Post by Κομμα on Aug 21, 2012 1:03:54 GMT 7
'Thank you for your cooperation.' As soon as he had ascertained no one was particularly nearby or paying any attention, his dark form moved across the floor out of the elf's shadow and moved against the wall, forming into a shadow of a man of about six feet in height; and then, the shadow stepped out of the wall, taking on the color and form of his body.
In the same instant, the lifeless body disappeared from in front of the coffee shop, and the old fellow now sitting at the same table in a very loud Hawaiian shirt with mirrored sunglasses covering his eyes frowned amidst the renewed shock of onlookers as it sank into the floor. Amidst their shock, Themaes only sighed, and hoped the scouts would find him. It wasn't his job; he was only a diplomat and fully intended to enjoy this odd place until he was needed.
At the pet shop, Skye adjusted the brim of his gray bowler a bit before glancing down at his left wrist, and very nearly starting; then he remembered his watch in his pocket, and its utter uselessness here, and sighed a little under his breath. "There," he said, looking up at the elf. "No need for any further violation of personal space."
His voice was different in his physical form, and he had grown over the last century to prefer it; it was deeper, more cultured, where his incorporeal voice was the sort of near intangible whisper associated commonly with demons and various other boogeymen. Though Skye himself preferred it, he had been told before on Earth that his voice was eerily unfitting to the rest of him, that so also were his eyes. It wasn't even their strange oxidized copper coloration; it was that the irises were perhaps a bit too wide, that his pupils glowed like those of a wild cat when the light hit them from certain angles.
This predatory look was meant more than anything to keep others away from his kind when they were in other worlds on business, and served its purpose rather well. It was such a subtle thing that people often had trouble placing exactly what they found so unnerving, but kept them just nervous enough to not even want to find out. It did, however, have the odd effect of attracting cats, and Skye had as a result grown fond of the creatures. It also seemed to intrigue children who had yet to develop the same fears of the unknown as adults, and to anger domesticated dogs; these effects, he didn't enjoy quite so much.
"Forgive me for not having introduced myself this entire time; I'm afraid all the panic got the better of my manners. Call me Skye. I have business here; I can answer any questions you may have while attending to it, if you so wish."
And as such, he scanned his eyes around the shop for the cat cages, and turned to walk toward them as they came into his sight.
In the same instant, the lifeless body disappeared from in front of the coffee shop, and the old fellow now sitting at the same table in a very loud Hawaiian shirt with mirrored sunglasses covering his eyes frowned amidst the renewed shock of onlookers as it sank into the floor. Amidst their shock, Themaes only sighed, and hoped the scouts would find him. It wasn't his job; he was only a diplomat and fully intended to enjoy this odd place until he was needed.
At the pet shop, Skye adjusted the brim of his gray bowler a bit before glancing down at his left wrist, and very nearly starting; then he remembered his watch in his pocket, and its utter uselessness here, and sighed a little under his breath. "There," he said, looking up at the elf. "No need for any further violation of personal space."
His voice was different in his physical form, and he had grown over the last century to prefer it; it was deeper, more cultured, where his incorporeal voice was the sort of near intangible whisper associated commonly with demons and various other boogeymen. Though Skye himself preferred it, he had been told before on Earth that his voice was eerily unfitting to the rest of him, that so also were his eyes. It wasn't even their strange oxidized copper coloration; it was that the irises were perhaps a bit too wide, that his pupils glowed like those of a wild cat when the light hit them from certain angles.
This predatory look was meant more than anything to keep others away from his kind when they were in other worlds on business, and served its purpose rather well. It was such a subtle thing that people often had trouble placing exactly what they found so unnerving, but kept them just nervous enough to not even want to find out. It did, however, have the odd effect of attracting cats, and Skye had as a result grown fond of the creatures. It also seemed to intrigue children who had yet to develop the same fears of the unknown as adults, and to anger domesticated dogs; these effects, he didn't enjoy quite so much.
"Forgive me for not having introduced myself this entire time; I'm afraid all the panic got the better of my manners. Call me Skye. I have business here; I can answer any questions you may have while attending to it, if you so wish."
And as such, he scanned his eyes around the shop for the cat cages, and turned to walk toward them as they came into his sight.
