Mar 13, 2017
Dressed sharply in a new designer suit that he’d already forgotten the name of, the master adjusted the cuff around his wrist and scanned the room. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for yet, but he knew he had to find it here -- whatever it was. He wore a black mask over his eyes, though there were others around that had chosen red but there was no dragging Connor from his black aesthetic. Forgoing his usual attempts to skulk in the corner with a drink, he pressed on through the crowds and let his hands brush lightly over those who reached out towards him and settled in comfortably at the centre of a small group of people he had yet to recognise.