Running a singular hand through his soft and long hair of darkness, the being of roses slowly walked among the silent streets of Rose Garden; his typical wearings of red and black, the individual looked to come directly from a stroll in the woods, a cigarette in his mouth breathing in the tobacco smoke each time it was raised to the location among his body. The last moments of the sunset spread across the horizon before the sky was coated in its usual veil of darkness, with the small stars lining the outer parts of the universe twinkling slightly and seeming to pulse with each step he took. It was a mere coincidence, no less, that the universe did this quite often with Elias; often times he would observe that blossoms from trees would reign down in his presence, especially the beautiful roses that corresponded with his essence. With his wings of noire and roses in a state of not being able to be seen, the angel appeared to look like a normal traveler through these parts of the town, a katana attached to his back and beautiful, ornate accessories lining his body and reflecting some forms of light with each street lamp he walked beside. Most of the buildings appeared to be closed and filled with the essence of the night in these parts, aside from the occasional shop and inn that graced the exteriors of the streets. However, one in particular looked brighter than the rest, despite being not that busy compared to the others; it was no other than the Silver Moon Inn, the place which was said to be the home of Black Rose.
With a sigh and holding of his cigarette in-between his fingers, the angel pressed the lit portion of the smoke-filled item against a lamp-post and caused it to extinguished, allowing it to fall to the ground next to where it met the concrete. The golden light of the windows shining among his body, his crimson eyes flickered as he walked closer and closer to the entrance, a faint yet intimidating smile showing on the left side of his mouth; he was directly inside of the domain of rose, slowly advancing toward the nearly empty bar and sitting down on a comfortable bar-stool. Letting part of his kimono hang freely from his shoulder and displaying a hint of his tattoo upon his chest, his fingers tapped the table as he waited to be potentially greeted by an individual on the other side on the counter. The scent of fresh roses reigning off of his body in full, it would smell like one was in a field of the beautiful red flowers if they neared close to the angel. There were not many people inside of the building aside from him; there were a few parties among the tables, and a couple sitting on the other side of the bar. His sword standing tall in its sheath, Elias would remove the blade from his back and prop it up against the bar next to where he was sitting, allowing his back to feel much more relaxed and at ease without the weight. The thought of joining a guild was interesting to the boy of black and red; he did not know much about them, aside from their existence, and wished to learn more. Craving a slightly chilled beer, Elias removed a black lighter from his pocket and flickering it on and off, waiting for one to serve him; he wouldn't serve himself here, after all.