Scene 1: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...
Nyx sat on the sill of the open window of the room he shared with his companions, leaning against the frame with one leg propped up and the other dangling outside. Cradled in one hand he held a thin cigarette, the faint scent of clover wafting from it as he listened to the Night Elf's proclamation. His face remained impassive, but he raised his hand to take another drag. Inhale, hold, exhale. He never slept well in a storm, but revelled in the aftermath, lingering to enjoy the charge in the air - like cordite after a gunfight - and the sense of peace that descended. He had frowned at the fae's interruption of his meditation, but listened nonetheless and was intrigued at the opportunity it presented - smiling as the cyber-knight quipped about his jog
Atop his other hand rested a silver dollar, or something a less-successful 'slinger had claimed to be one. His fingers moved in a subtle rhythm, the dollar dancing across the back of his hand, pausing for a moment as he drawled his intention, "I'm too pretty to pass as a human, but it may prove entertaining enough to try. Let's seek out this 'Green Lady' and see what mischief she intends"
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