"Hm..."
A slim, yet leanly muscular figure stood in front of the marble doors of Lamia Scales, purple eyes glowing slightly in the dim sunlight. It was dawn - rather early in the morning, and he was a new member to the guild. The figure was dressed in what seemed to be a sharp black suit jacket that hugged his form, with a collared, crisp white dress shirt. His suit jacket was adorned with a variety of different mottled golden buttons, and even a golden buckle towards the bottom. He also wore slim black pants and boots, with raven black hair that flitted over his pale skin like feathers on an actual bird. His eyes were sharp and emotionless, even as he rose a gloved hand and pressed it gently onto the door; the door being swung open, even with the soft touch.
"..." He made no sound of awe as he quietly appraised the building. There were people all around, most-likely dining on the fine cuisine that was laid out in front of them. Laughter and conversation sounded out around him, and despite being accustomed to such sights, the figure had to pause for a minute at the door, purple vapor escaping the corner of his eyes as he paced himself. Even after his epiphany two years ago, where he decided on a new destiny for himself, the figure was still hesitant around others. His Reaper side was under strict lock and key, only coming out slightly whenever battle was apparent, but that still didn't mean that he stopped yearning for the essences of others. It was only...on a downlow.
'Well, here I go...' Without hesitation, Brutus entered the building completely, the doors behind him closing, seemingly on their own accord. Not a sound came from the doors shutting, although the taps of his boots on the marble floor caused a few people to turn their attention onto the newcomer. He was a relatively fancy sight, but there seemed to be something...foreboding...powerful about him. That much was evident, even though there was seemingly no weapons on his body.
A slim, yet leanly muscular figure stood in front of the marble doors of Lamia Scales, purple eyes glowing slightly in the dim sunlight. It was dawn - rather early in the morning, and he was a new member to the guild. The figure was dressed in what seemed to be a sharp black suit jacket that hugged his form, with a collared, crisp white dress shirt. His suit jacket was adorned with a variety of different mottled golden buttons, and even a golden buckle towards the bottom. He also wore slim black pants and boots, with raven black hair that flitted over his pale skin like feathers on an actual bird. His eyes were sharp and emotionless, even as he rose a gloved hand and pressed it gently onto the door; the door being swung open, even with the soft touch.
"..." He made no sound of awe as he quietly appraised the building. There were people all around, most-likely dining on the fine cuisine that was laid out in front of them. Laughter and conversation sounded out around him, and despite being accustomed to such sights, the figure had to pause for a minute at the door, purple vapor escaping the corner of his eyes as he paced himself. Even after his epiphany two years ago, where he decided on a new destiny for himself, the figure was still hesitant around others. His Reaper side was under strict lock and key, only coming out slightly whenever battle was apparent, but that still didn't mean that he stopped yearning for the essences of others. It was only...on a downlow.
'Well, here I go...' Without hesitation, Brutus entered the building completely, the doors behind him closing, seemingly on their own accord. Not a sound came from the doors shutting, although the taps of his boots on the marble floor caused a few people to turn their attention onto the newcomer. He was a relatively fancy sight, but there seemed to be something...foreboding...powerful about him. That much was evident, even though there was seemingly no weapons on his body.
