[fff, like anyone wouldn't be able to guess Recluse is a bad man. Take a good look, the thing's probably doing backflips by now!]
Recluse followed Jones, eyes slowly ceasing their visual screaming at him, the afterimages of the light fading. Well. Now at least, he could see.
Hold that thought. Of course the moon came out without any warning whatsoever. Recluse made an irritated hiss, holding up a hand to block the moon's light out of his vision as best as he could.
"Good." If they could just get to somewhere dark, Recluse would be thrilled. With the whole problem of light once again, it took him a moment to realize what Jones was referring to when he spoke next. He eventually looked down, raising an eyebrow as the man's shadow warped and shifted. "As I suspected." He turned to look at his own and Dent's, watching them move with detached interest.
"I'm sure Landel has just informed everyone of something in the most melodramatic way possible. It's such a shame we're missing it." Really. Shadows moving on their own? Was this really all Landel could come up with?
"I'm assuming no one here minds that all of us seem to have done things Landel, in all his sterling moral authority, deems to be unsavory?" Gods, even if the shadows started attacking, it would still seem amazingly derivative to him. Illusionists played with shadows all the time, and those who used darkness as a weapon weaponized and altered shadows by default. There was never any census of them, but he could be quite sure that there were thousands of such individuals within the Rogue Isles.
"He couldn't even pick an original way to do this. Really, I have no idea how he managed to get the power he has over us, with this sort of lack of originality." As unnecessary as Recluse's commentary might be, he hated when villains acted like this. He had no morals, but he had standards, at the very least.
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Recluse followed Jones, eyes slowly ceasing their visual screaming at him, the afterimages of the light fading. Well. Now at least, he could see.
Hold that thought. Of course the moon came out without any warning whatsoever. Recluse made an irritated hiss, holding up a hand to block the moon's light out of his vision as best as he could.
"Good." If they could just get to somewhere dark, Recluse would be thrilled. With the whole problem of light once again, it took him a moment to realize what Jones was referring to when he spoke next. He eventually looked down, raising an eyebrow as the man's shadow warped and shifted. "As I suspected." He turned to look at his own and Dent's, watching them move with detached interest.
"I'm sure Landel has just informed everyone of something in the most melodramatic way possible. It's such a shame we're missing it." Really. Shadows moving on their own? Was this really all Landel could come up with?
"I'm assuming no one here minds that all of us seem to have done things Landel, in all his sterling moral authority, deems to be unsavory?" Gods, even if the shadows started attacking, it would still seem amazingly derivative to him. Illusionists played with shadows all the time, and those who used darkness as a weapon weaponized and altered shadows by default. There was never any census of them, but he could be quite sure that there were thousands of such individuals within the Rogue Isles.
"He couldn't even pick an original way to do this. Really, I have no idea how he managed to get the power he has over us, with this sort of lack of originality." As unnecessary as Recluse's commentary might be, he hated when villains acted like this. He had no morals, but he had standards, at the very least.