Last_Arashikage

Her agitated emotional portrayal was evidence of a quick temper and defensive nature yet the replicated Knightfall patriarch remained stoically relaxed. "So, Fortune. What do you need in your life?" Sabriel verbally pushed. Trying to persuade the sun dipped daughter of danger into revealing some form of useful insight into her appearance here, on this night of all nights.

An arched brow and slight chuckle preceded the Silent Knight's next inquiry. Staring at the transformed state of her appendage with inquisitive observation, he questioned the lovely yet angered stranger.

"Neat trick. Mutant? Meta? Both?"

She had his attention and with unwavering focus he listened, chuckled, and socially engaged with Fortune. She had no doubt endured some form of trauma. Physical, psychological, both? But it had hardened her resolve. The added boast of alcohol helped, but beyond that Sabriel could read her hidden fortitude. "Yeah, well, thats all part of the fun isnt?" playing the role of a self-absorbed socialite, he helped in the subtle mocking of his discarded entourage.

"The Hellfire Club is full of clingons, leeches and golddiggers. But you. You dont seem like a regular. What brings you here, Fortune. Looking to join the Inner Circle?"he name dropped the prestigious and secret myth-like faction within the HFC. Showcasing his well of knowledge as it pertained to the group.

The energy shifted. Subtly, but shifted none the less. Years of inhuman training at the hands of the Order of Sancta Camisia had honed Sabriel's senses. Not an empath, he was only human after all. And yet, as the brown beauty approached the bar he could clearly feel the awkward vibe radiating off her body.

She was a new variable and the Silent Knight quickly realized she would have to be taken into account if he were to execute his plan without any colleterial damage. With a suave nod he alerted the bartender. "Thats on me."he proclaimed as he took control of the freshly poured beverage. "Careful with this. They mix em strong an deadly" he joked as he handed the unknown cutie her drink. "Sabriel." he announced. Extending his hand

By the time Sabriel had started on his 4th drink he had accumulated a small sexually charged entourage. He flirtatiously played along. Careful as to not accidently seduce one of the many and eager chavs circling his angular laid back position.

Yet his thoughts continued to drift back to his arrival, and the caramel complected bystander who was stealthily lingering across the street. Her body language spoke of intrigue, surveillance. But of who? Of what?