SMILE (Post Forest Temple)

I'll keep the PoV in Third-Person Objective to keep the mystique!
Ursula von Brandt

She waited a bit before continuing her pace, gliding along the narrow alleyway with nary a rustle. It looked like the figure wanted the salesman to follow her and talked.

Wanted...or commanded? There was an unnerving presence which seemed to radiate from the figure, suppressing the air around her with unfathomable power....

Or untold promise of it.

Ursula von Brandt
For future joiners: assume the hooded figure to have suddenly disappeared from view!

The figure, however, continued her way in discretion, unbothered by the people and bothering none.

Ursula von Brandt

Today had been interesting enough, and by interesting, boring. He stood on the rooftops of the city he so despised, dark cloak hanging heavily around him as he huffed through his nose. A guy with a fuck ton of masks seemed like the most interesting thing and that even wasn't interesting until he started chasing something.

The ninja took a breath and set about to following along the rooftops with ease, feet light with the magic that flowed naturally through him and little to no energy being spent following him until he came face to face with a familiar voice. He stood, watching a bit longer to gauge the situation before decided, sure- why the fuck not?

No one cared about the chaos they sow and how it affected others, no one in this wretched land cared for others, so why should he? The harmful words were true. Everyone takes, and that's all they know how to do. People believed they could change fate. "Can't argue with that one." He eventually spoke up, easily lowering himself down to sit on the edge of a roof, body still feather light from his magic.

"Everyone thinks they can change the strings woven by natural order." His voice was softer on that, a voice that knew much too well what it was like to peer into the other side. Should fate have spoken that his time in his well would be his final living moments, then he would have never awoken on the bloodied cot.

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*** Enter/Exit Marianne (?) ***
Ursula von Brandt @vladimir
P.S.: Sorry! She just isn't equipped with a good explanation to deal with The Crowds. My fault, really.
P.P.S.: Please continued as you would. I would enter again if and when it is appropriate~

He had no answer for the cloaked woman on the ground beneath him, instead, under his heavy cowl, he turned his nose up just a little bit. People could deny it all they wanted, but in the final moments of a fickle soul's last breath, or even in the moments of a threat to a fickle soul, everyone jumped in to deny fate. So many people died in so many other's arms cause they tried to halt what fate wished come.

He didn't stir, from where he sat, only offered a simple "Have you now." to the announcement that he had been heard of. Of course he had. His heavy cloak was a part of him, and served also to keep the lighter man warmer, as well as give better illusions to shadows. Too light and every wind would give you away, too heavy and you weren't natural. Just the right, familiar weight sat on his shoulders, right there with watching lost souls wander about. Even in this damnable town, he knew full well he couldn't escape wandering souls. No matter where he went, they'd be seen and felt.

That familiar tug, like hooks under his skin. Set in flesh that could still feel, pulling on him. Just like how he felt a pull when the guy appeared near him and sat a few feet away. Vlad's blank expression granted him a small scowl beneath the mask of his cowl. Red eyes fixated on his cheek, not one for eye contact before he glanced off over the city. "Yeah." He offered about the view before tilting his head towards 'Ulrich's' voice. It wasn't Ikana, but he had to get over that.

"If you've heard of me then you likely know my name." He had been involved in enough and knew well enough that if he was recognized by cloak, then he was likely recognized by name. It might be time to delve deeper into the book and keep his old alias an even tighter secret. "Vladimir." He finally gave up, sitting stock still on the edge. "How do I do? Hanging in there, I suppose. You?"

As angry as he was, he supposed he couldn't be all asshole. He was curious enough about this guy to begin with that he sought out to sit down and speak, he may as well follow his subconscious and remember what his therapist told him about working on socialization.

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"For my Kingdom...

For my people... I need to do this."

TEMPLATE MADE BY MIDNIGHTBLOOM!

Vlad squinted at the man's words, and turned his eyes to the man as the words entered his head. The pause in his mouth moving, but the words in his head. "Don't underestimate how far I could go. I could track the fat hog myself if I so desired." Vladimir spoke in a low voice, eyes darkening at the contemplation of killing another living person. How robbing life was so cruel to the fragility of it. But how long it had been since he had struck another man down...

Vlad was going down a very dark path, and that thought to himself proved it. With an annoyed huff, he looked to Ulrich, not considering him a beat longer than he had to. "An acquaintance, nothing more. Short talks, nothing out of the ordinary for my day to day work."

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