[The city's ghost-dark is unsettling in the same way the shadows at the other side of the Water were. The flitting of...things flickering just beyond the scope of their vision does not help, particularly when a swarm of them seem to home in on one shape in particular.]
[The Drifter's blade ignites with a hum of cerulean, their shape cresting into a blur of violet. The light scatters the shades, whatever they might be, but they do not disperse utterly.]
[The victim looks as though he almost might pass for one of them, though perhaps it is the cyan glow of their hard light blade that lends his skin that unhealthy, grayish pallor. Or perhaps, like the case with the elves, this is simply what is considered normal, for him.]
[First things first.]
[The Drifter advances with one hand extended, to ensure that he is real and therefore solid.]
hello c:
[The Drifter's blade ignites with a hum of cerulean, their shape cresting into a blur of violet. The light scatters the shades, whatever they might be, but they do not disperse utterly.]
[The victim looks as though he almost might pass for one of them, though perhaps it is the cyan glow of their hard light blade that lends his skin that unhealthy, grayish pallor. Or perhaps, like the case with the elves, this is simply what is considered normal, for him.]
[First things first.]
[The Drifter advances with one hand extended, to ensure that he is real and therefore solid.]