Perhaps after seeing what this gentleman is in want of. *gestures to Lolimon approaching*
Hmmm, good observation. *turns to him* I say, jolly foggy isn't it. Lolli
Quite foggy, but I wouldn't talk so ballyflippinobviously like you're from the uptown, old gel. *Takes off coat to reveal sailors garb, turns coat inside out and hands it to Tigress to wear over her blue dress* You'll find the rest of your costumes in the left breast pocket, apply them quickly we're almost upon her and I don't want these hooligans to recognise us. *I say as I apply realistic looking scars and a beard to my face in the dense fog*
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
"Take off your hood." Temptation stops. ". . . What?" "Your hood. I want you to take it off." He turns around to see Joy venturing a few steps near him, tentative. My hood. . . He struggles to fight the sick feeling rising from the pits of his stomach. "Why?" "Because I want to see your face. I want you to look me in the eye when you say all this." Her own eyes gaze fiercely into his own as she speaks firmly. He swallows dryly, and takes one small step back. "Look-- there's a reason I wear a hood up all the time." "Because it's too dangerous for the people you work for to show your face outside? Or are you ashamed? Or--?" "Joy, I hide my face because. . . it's not a nice face," He stammers awkwardly. His tongue feels clumsy and useless as he tries to talk, and he flushes beneath the cowl. "It's-- trust me, it's not something you want to see." She hesitates. "Luke. . ." She uses his old name gently. ". . . If you really mean what you say-- if you really don't want to be Temptation anymore, and you really are sorry for what you've done. . . then letting that cowl down will the be the first step." Temptation stands there and just looks at her for a long time. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest with his own anxiety rising. Joy holds his gaze. Then, slowly. . . he reaches up and lets the hood fall down. Joy must have been trying to look unconcerned, but at first sight, she can't stop a little gasp, and slaps one hand over her mouth to strangle it. His face must have been handsome once upon a time. The only neutral attributions is the skin nearly pale as snow and the long, black hair framing his face in shaggy locks. What distorts his features is one long, jagged scar running diagonally down his face; from over his right eyebrow, across the bridge of his nose, and down to his colorless lips. The skin is a pale, ugly pink where the ancient wound had been, skin strangely twisted around it. His eyes are blue, but the right one, where the scar begins, is slightly pale and cloudy with blindness. Those eyes gaze somberly at her, his expression twisted with pain at her expression. "Ta-da," he says mirthlessly.
Hmmm, good observation. *turns to him* I say, jolly foggy isn't it. Lolli
Quite foggy, but I wouldn't talk so ballyflippinobviously like you're from the uptown, old gel. *Takes off coat to reveal sailors garb, turns coat inside out and hands it to Tigress to wear over her blue dress* You'll find the rest of your costumes in the left breast pocket, apply them quickly we're almost upon her and I don't want these hooligans to recognize us. *I say as I apply realistic looking scars and a beard to my face in the dense fog*
I'll do quite as I like thank you. We'll have everything out later then. *pulls on mourning clothes and black hat with veil* *we approach the lady*
"Take off your hood." Temptation stops. ". . . What?" "Your hood. I want you to take it off." He turns around to see Joy venturing a few steps near him, tentative. My hood. . . He struggles to fight the sick feeling rising from the pits of his stomach. "Why?" "Because I want to see your face. I want you to look me in the eye when you say all this." Her own eyes gaze fiercely into his own as she speaks firmly. He swallows dryly, and takes one small step back. "Look-- there's a reason I wear a hood up all the time." "Because it's too dangerous for the people you work for to show your face outside? Or are you ashamed? Or--?" "Joy, I hide my face because. . . it's not a nice face," He stammers awkwardly. His tongue feels clumsy and useless as he tries to talk, and he flushes beneath the cowl. "It's-- trust me, it's not something you want to see." She hesitates. "Luke. . ." She uses his old name gently. ". . . If you really mean what you say-- if you really don't want to be Temptation anymore, and you really are sorry for what you've done. . . then letting that cowl down will the be the first step." Temptation stands there and just looks at her for a long time. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest with his own anxiety rising. Joy holds his gaze. Then, slowly. . . he reaches up and lets the hood fall down. Joy must have been trying to look unconcerned, but at first sight, she can't stop a little gasp, and slaps one hand over her mouth to strangle it. His face must have been handsome once upon a time. The only neutral attributions is the skin nearly pale as snow and the long, black hair framing his face in shaggy locks. What distorts his features is one long, jagged scar running diagonally down his face; from over his right eyebrow, across the bridge of his nose, and down to his colorless lips. The skin is a pale, ugly pink where the ancient wound had been, skin strangely twisted around it. His eyes are blue, but the right one, where the scar begins, is slightly pale and cloudy with blindness. Those eyes gaze somberly at her, his expression twisted with pain at her expression. "Ta-da," he says mirthlessly.
Ah my lad, he has so much to learn about unconditional love. XD Moar!!!
Quite foggy, but I wouldn't talk so ballyflippinobviously like you're from the uptown, old gel. *Takes off coat to reveal sailors garb, turns coat inside out and hands it to Tigress to wear over her blue dress* You'll find the rest of your costumes in the left breast pocket, apply them quickly we're almost upon her and I don't want these hooligans to recognize us. *I say as I apply realistic looking scars and a beard to my face in the dense fog*
I'll do quite as I like thank you. We'll have everything out later then. *pulls on mourning clothes and black hat with veil* *we approach the lady*
It's your career as a detective, not mine. Merlin's beard! What possessed you to bring mourning clothes? Where have you been keepi- nevermind, I don't want to know...
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
I'll do quite as I like thank you. We'll have everything out later then. *pulls on mourning clothes and black hat with veil* *we approach the lady*
It's your career as a detective, not mine. Merlin's beard! What possessed you to bring mourning clothes? Where have you been keepi- nevermind, I don't want to know...
That's right. I have a lot of disguises.... You really don't.
"Take off your hood." Temptation stops. ". . . What?" "Your hood. I want you to take it off." He turns around to see Joy venturing a few steps near him, tentative. My hood. . . He struggles to fight the sick feeling rising from the pits of his stomach. "Why?" "Because I want to see your face. I want you to look me in the eye when you say all this." Her own eyes gaze fiercely into his own as she speaks firmly. He swallows dryly, and takes one small step back. "Look-- there's a reason I wear a hood up all the time." "Because it's too dangerous for the people you work for to show your face outside? Or are you ashamed? Or--?" "Joy, I hide my face because. . . it's not a nice face," He stammers awkwardly. His tongue feels clumsy and useless as he tries to talk, and he flushes beneath the cowl. "It's-- trust me, it's not something you want to see." She hesitates. "Luke. . ." She uses his old name gently. ". . . If you really mean what you say-- if you really don't want to be Temptation anymore, and you really are sorry for what you've done. . . then letting that cowl down will the be the first step." Temptation stands there and just looks at her for a long time. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest with his own anxiety rising. Joy holds his gaze. Then, slowly. . . he reaches up and lets the hood fall down. Joy must have been trying to look unconcerned, but at first sight, she can't stop a little gasp, and slaps one hand over her mouth to strangle it. His face must have been handsome once upon a time. The only neutral attributions is the skin nearly pale as snow and the long, black hair framing his face in shaggy locks. What distorts his features is one long, jagged scar running diagonally down his face; from over his right eyebrow, across the bridge of his nose, and down to his colorless lips. The skin is a pale, ugly pink where the ancient wound had been, skin strangely twisted around it. His eyes are blue, but the right one, where the scar begins, is slightly pale and cloudy with blindness. Those eyes gaze somberly at her, his expression twisted with pain at her expression. "Ta-da," he says mirthlessly.
It happened, the face reveal happened.
Brilliant part, Tigress! It really ties everything together.
"Take off your hood." Temptation stops. ". . . What?" "Your hood. I want you to take it off." He turns around to see Joy venturing a few steps near him, tentative. My hood. . . He struggles to fight the sick feeling rising from the pits of his stomach. "Why?" "Because I want to see your face. I want you to look me in the eye when you say all this." Her own eyes gaze fiercely into his own as she speaks firmly. He swallows dryly, and takes one small step back. "Look-- there's a reason I wear a hood up all the time." "Because it's too dangerous for the people you work for to show your face outside? Or are you ashamed? Or--?" "Joy, I hide my face because. . . it's not a nice face," He stammers awkwardly. His tongue feels clumsy and useless as he tries to talk, and he flushes beneath the cowl. "It's-- trust me, it's not something you want to see." She hesitates. "Luke. . ." She uses his old name gently. ". . . If you really mean what you say-- if you really don't want to be Temptation anymore, and you really are sorry for what you've done. . . then letting that cowl down will the be the first step." Temptation stands there and just looks at her for a long time. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest with his own anxiety rising. Joy holds his gaze. Then, slowly. . . he reaches up and lets the hood fall down. Joy must have been trying to look unconcerned, but at first sight, she can't stop a little gasp, and slaps one hand over her mouth to strangle it. His face must have been handsome once upon a time. The only neutral attributions is the skin nearly pale as snow and the long, black hair framing his face in shaggy locks. What distorts his features is one long, jagged scar running diagonally down his face; from over his right eyebrow, across the bridge of his nose, and down to his colorless lips. The skin is a pale, ugly pink where the ancient wound had been, skin strangely twisted around it. His eyes are blue, but the right one, where the scar begins, is slightly pale and cloudy with blindness. Those eyes gaze somberly at her, his expression twisted with pain at her expression. "Ta-da," he says mirthlessly.
It happened, the face reveal happened.
Brilliant part, Tigress! It really ties everything together.
It's your career as a detective, not mine. Merlin's beard! What possessed you to bring mourning clothes? Where have you been keepi- nevermind, I don't want to know...
That's right. I have a lot of disguises.... You really don't.
I know it is. The enigmatic Essa at work... I know I didn't, but now I want to know.XD
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
*I say as I apply realistic looking scars and a beard to my face in the dense fog*
![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
. . . so I just went for it.