Midnight Peace
Misty/Allen/Janum
Allen watches the fascinating functions of his friend, curious about the way that his body works, intrigued with the fashion in which his hand simply molds into the shape of a fist.
"True... Besides, I hold little anger towards them..."
He tilts his head, looking to the ceiling.
"They tortured me, they held me in captivity... But hey,"
He turns his palm down, his fingers splayed out as he lowers his hand, making a deep indent in the table as his hand travels through the air.
"I have some neat new abilities. You know, everyone else hates their guts but they fail to remember that now they hold the power of god at their fingertips." He gives a half grin, looking to the bartender.
"So, let me ask you something. I just met you. Why are you already entrusting me with all these plans? What makes you think I can be trusted as an ally? Not to say that I can't be, but... It's peculiar."
@Surprise Meteors
"True... Besides, I hold little anger towards them..."
He tilts his head, looking to the ceiling.
"They tortured me, they held me in captivity... But hey,"
He turns his palm down, his fingers splayed out as he lowers his hand, making a deep indent in the table as his hand travels through the air.
"I have some neat new abilities. You know, everyone else hates their guts but they fail to remember that now they hold the power of god at their fingertips." He gives a half grin, looking to the bartender.
"So, let me ask you something. I just met you. Why are you already entrusting me with all these plans? What makes you think I can be trusted as an ally? Not to say that I can't be, but... It's peculiar."
@Surprise Meteors