#((🩵: funny- its actually the conclusion to this thread!!!

[polaroid-angel]

Forcas's stomach was turning. Something about this man was... odd. But he chalked it up to eccentricity, after all, he was like the man in a way.

How nice, the sun was setting and here he was, enjoying the moment with a stranger and a canary. Sometimes, nature can play nice.

A floral smell wafted through the air. The hooded stranger turned to Forcas, who had sent a letter to his higher up.

"Who's that for?"

"My boss. He treats me like some sort of kid, always asking me where I am and stuff."

The hooded stranger laughed. But he remained cold, still staring at Forcas with that look.

It feels bitter. Almost...

"So... your name?"

"Forcas."

"It sounds angelic."

Amused, Forcas laughed, rummaging through his bag.

He liked this man's attitude. It was charismatic, graceful, and many other words.

"Angelic? I get that a lot."

((ooc: wanted to try and change the setting from the last rp hehe hope u dont mind))

While Forcas was waiting for Valefar and Porter to arrive, a red canary quickly came by to sit on Forcas' head, looking at his face. Its eyes squinted upon seeing him, as if it was smiling. It rested its entire body on his hair, waiting for something. Someone. Some people.

This bird was a sign the other two were near.

(( @ur-local-demonlol ))

An odd energy. Some new arcana. Not malicious but dark. Not that he would jump to conclusions—he's not an ignorant moron that assumes everything at first glance.

He reached up to the bird, recognizing it.

"Hello, my friend. Good to see you again."

But it seems someone thought he was talking to them.

"Mm?"

"A-Ah, oh... Sorry I bumped into you that one time."

"It's no big deal, but your impulse to buy a gift for me was..."

"I just wanted to make up for the stuff you dropped."