by Thaedael » Mon May 28, 2012 11:27 am
Illusionist Shard - Dat Ass
Born here? Could she ever be able to understand that the area she has come to know and love is nothing but an illusion? With an outstretched hand and a flip of a finger, he could adjust the lighting of the streets, change the dynamics of the buildings, even change the color of the plants. He was his own demi-god in the falseness of this city, this being nothing more than the desires of hearts. Yet there was family tension in her life, a father dead, a mother ungrateful, maybe Typhoon could enlighten her to the dangers of this place, and the lies behind it. After all having been seen with him, she might as well be marked as a person of interest.
She continued to introduce herself, unaware of Typhoon's lusting eyes. Then came Typhoon's story, the same he had told Gallant many years ago.
"What is there to say? I don't know who the hell I am, and all I got to show for it is a nickname given to me by the old folks from the orphanage. They said I always did each task with such "gallantry", the way I take care of the kids, and help around the place. They make it sound like I am a one dimensional character of justice" he chuckled a bit.
"However to know one's parents is a bond these kids will never have, beyond a fostered care we provide them. Your mom may have her issues after losing your father, however you should learn to talk with her. Granted I have no right to tell you what to do, I guess it's what little alcohol I did have that is making me so philosophically." He rubbed his hand through his hair, catching a braid of his her between fingers.