Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161206023856/@comment-27743663-20170108040138

9Gillian let out a yawn, not bothering to hide the fact he didn't care much for the people here. None of them stood out to him as remotely interesting, unneeded filth and annoyances to drag along at best. Stepping to the side of the group and sighing to himself, he crossed his arms and looked over the monkeys, eyeing their weapons. Hmm, well they at least seemed compotent. At the least, he wouldn't need to do any work if it came down to it. Perhaps his assumption will be wrong and they'll prove an entertaining bunch, who knows?

With an uncaring yawn as he opened hs eyes, he found that his view was much less appealing then it was before, which was actually impressive considering how unappealing it already was previously. Raising a fine brow as he looked up, he saw the Big Worm looking down at him, his unexpression unreadiable behind his mask. Unreadiable it may have been, but the air wasn't.

Ooh? Did he want to start something? Fine by him, it would serve to ease his boredom. Perhaps he'd even pose a challenge unlike the other riff-raff. Or likely not. He couldn't but find himself slightly disappointed as instead he felt a hand on his shoulder, as well as relief and annoyance. Less effort now, but he'd need to burn the blazer.

Wiping the shoulder that was touched, he decided he might as well try to humor the group. If not for himself, but for that humorous Wisteria. If something happened, as the criminal party, she'd likely be the first to blame.

"Naturally. I only choose the best of views to look upon," spoke up Gillian as he leaned against the patio's entrance, arms crossed, "you have exquisite taste to recognize that. And you yourself, Sir Grump, for recognizing my own."

While saying that in a grandoise and formal manner, his expression remained rather neutral, if not totally detached from the entire situation. Leaning back and sitting down in place, a plain wooden rocking chair appeared beneath him with a golden ripple, rocking gently in it with his leg crossed as he eyed the self-proclaimed "monster" of the group. It seemed not reading those files have been a mistake, as he had no idea what she was talking about.

"I suppose they don't, but without a name one does not hold an identity. Without an identity one does not hold beauty. Even a monster can hold some form of it. Wisteria Lavandula, no? Humorous name, the name and the person itself a contradiction,"  spoke Gillian in a casual tone, looking off in the distance, "philosophy is a useless skill however, and talking is beginning to bore me. I trust my introduction is not needed, and seeing as all have been introduced, shall we discuss the being of all the riff-raff here?"