#alzander

[jen-of-rolt]

[alzander]

[alzander]

Eve weaves in and out of the evening throngs in the streets that sway with their own bustling rhythms, splashed with pale light as the sun steadily declines below the horizon. Someone bumps into her and with a tired groan and wince of pain she re-situates the bandages and salves she carries. Then, like a beacon at sea, she notices a delicate flower on the ground amidst the shuffling crowds. Quickly, she moves and picks up the beautiful blossom. Cradling it, she wonders if someone had lost it...

“Good afternoon little one~”

Alzander near whispered as Eve stood with the flower in her delicate Elvin hand. Half of him was still a silhouette on the tree he’d been occupying while people watching. He had been waiting for a certain someone else to wander by but it would be rude to ignore the lovely that had helped him get exactly what he had needed for… moving forward. With a swift step Alzander fully entered his solid state and gave the nervous looking lady a courteous bow. When he eased up his eyes befell the flower, a bright yellow delphinium which had been bait for another doe-eyed girl.

“I haven’t seen you since our stroll through the troll mines a few weeks back. How have you been dear?”

[alzander]

[alzander]

He scoffs " you and me know half of magic is just atmosphere and as for my chum sure he's cool but imagine what I could do with that castle it would be so cool bodies hanging from the walls paint the floor to look all blood stained it would be so cool " His voice heightening with interest he says " so what's your plan mister super real magic dude ?"

"Presence is important I suppose… to a degree. Means nothing if you can’t back it up."

Alzander rolls his eyes as Dasvan goes on about the castle.

"I have no interest in the castle, or the king for that matter. Neither of those things helps me further my plans in the slightest."

[alzander]

He scratches his head and says " okay if ya don't got a stick up your butt how about you tell me how you get peeps to respect you as a villain ?"

Alzander’s brow pinches as his fine line of a mouth pulls into a grimace.

"Excuse you sir, but my arse is none of your business. I’m rather concerned you have made it so."

He shuffles in his walk, eyes looking away from Dasvan.

"Secondly I do not know what you’re talking about. I’m no villain young man. People do not respect me because I’m a villain, people respect others for all sorts of reasons,” he lifts his hand, gesturing back and forth as he offhandedly names points, “respect comes from admiration, gratitude, mutual understanding, fear… a number of reasons.”

[rolts-eve]

"You’re not afraid of the dark are you my dear?"

[alzander]

"Hey ally want to go on a quest ?"

"Hm… perhaps. What sort of quest?"