It's a rather odd day at Café a Paris, the people inside more uncomfortable than usual. It could be because of the recent issues with the Ingress caused by the Moirans, it could be tensions among clients are higher than normal. Or, it could be due to the fact that the owner of the place is currently locked inside the kitchen of his own business by his duplicate.
Arno's shadow is rather passive in its entrance, mostly keeping his back turned to anyone who approaches until it's far too late to realize they've made a mistake.]
Come in! [There's a pause as he whirls to greet whoever is near the counter, grin a little too wide and black eyes that stare back like an empty void. If you wanted personal space, you're not going to get it here, as shadow Arno leans uncomfortably close on the counter like an over-invested child.] Clearly, you're in need of a break, aren't you?
[He's about to open his mouth again when something jabs at the kitchen door with a loud BAM before going back to normal. Shadow Arno rolls his eyes and kicks the door as a reply and ignores it, obviously not bothered. It's not until the doorknob begins to twist that the shadow's face contorts into something of a fury, and he grabs a chair violently before slamming the back under the doorknob.
With that out of the way he turns back to his company, sprawled on his elbows once more.]
So sorry, what were you saying?
[He doesn't stop grinning, raising an eyebrow as one hand idly drums all his fingers on the countertop, seemingly bored otherwise. Entertain him, won't you?]
[wanna hang and be shadow buddies? kauto r1.
Eventually, the café becomes too stuffy for him to be in, and being under the watchful eye of his original is a complete pain in the ass anyway. So he takes to the alleyways and moves quietly there, and avoids rooftops unless he absolutely has to go from one place to the next. It's too much of a giveaway for his original to find him if he goes up top.
Around several corners he can be seen simply leaning against walls, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers to some unknown tune. If you cross him, his unmistakeable hood is up and he turns to offer a grin for his spectating, though his words may differ depending on who he sees.
For normal people?]
In a bit of a bind, are we?
[For shadows?]
Having fun yet?
[it's all or nothing.
It's in the last few days that Arno's shadow becomes violent. While most shadows go about their destruction in an open and visible method, his shadow is quiet, firm, and incredibly daunting. Those walking down darkened alleys might get jumped by him with the intent to kill as quickly and as quietly as possible; or those moving by themselves might get nearly landed on from above as he jumps down, a single blade extended to try and end their life.
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It's a rather odd day at Café a Paris, the people inside more uncomfortable than usual. It could be because of the recent issues with the Ingress caused by the Moirans, it could be tensions among clients are higher than normal. Or, it could be due to the fact that the owner of the place is currently locked inside the kitchen of his own business by his duplicate.
Arno's shadow is rather passive in its entrance, mostly keeping his back turned to anyone who approaches until it's far too late to realize they've made a mistake.]
Come in! [There's a pause as he whirls to greet whoever is near the counter, grin a little too wide and black eyes that stare back like an empty void. If you wanted personal space, you're not going to get it here, as shadow Arno leans uncomfortably close on the counter like an over-invested child.] Clearly, you're in need of a break, aren't you?
[He's about to open his mouth again when something jabs at the kitchen door with a loud BAM before going back to normal. Shadow Arno rolls his eyes and kicks the door as a reply and ignores it, obviously not bothered. It's not until the doorknob begins to twist that the shadow's face contorts into something of a fury, and he grabs a chair violently before slamming the back under the doorknob.
With that out of the way he turns back to his company, sprawled on his elbows once more.]
So sorry, what were you saying?
[He doesn't stop grinning, raising an eyebrow as one hand idly drums all his fingers on the countertop, seemingly bored otherwise. Entertain him, won't you?]
[wanna hang and be shadow buddies? kauto r1.
Eventually, the café becomes too stuffy for him to be in, and being under the watchful eye of his original is a complete pain in the ass anyway. So he takes to the alleyways and moves quietly there, and avoids rooftops unless he absolutely has to go from one place to the next. It's too much of a giveaway for his original to find him if he goes up top.
Around several corners he can be seen simply leaning against walls, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers to some unknown tune. If you cross him, his unmistakeable hood is up and he turns to offer a grin for his spectating, though his words may differ depending on who he sees.
For normal people?]
In a bit of a bind, are we?
[For shadows?]
Having fun yet?
[it's all or nothing.
It's in the last few days that Arno's shadow becomes violent. While most shadows go about their destruction in an open and visible method, his shadow is quiet, firm, and incredibly daunting. Those walking down darkened alleys might get jumped by him with the intent to kill as quickly and as quietly as possible; or those moving by themselves might get nearly landed on from above as he jumps down, a single blade extended to try and end their life.
Be careful where you step.]