Marsha
Waiting patiently, he glares down at the person until his expression shifts to ambivalent. There was uncertainty written on his face when he takes in the other's appearance, as if he is judging them by their characteristics by their tone, movements and vibe they're giving off. There is also a cynical outlook clinging annoyingly to the dark spaces of his mind. Then again, he is still willing to try at least to get to know people despite his disgust for them.

"How are you able to see me when I can't see you?" Vance stated, gesturing towards the pink hoodie kid. "A moment ago you were invisible." He pulls out a cigarette from a pack inside his pocket. "And I thought you were one of those fucking assholes trying to hurt me." And he rests the cigarette between his lips before lighting it with his lighter. The shadows surrounding him kept the smoky scent concealed while he remained in his invisible state.

"Since you're new here, I'll go easy and let you off the hook," Vance said, taking a couple puffs of his cigarette. "What's your name, kid?"
Lisa
"Why would ai éven try to 'urt you?" An exasperated look would fall on Levi's face, obvious through the expression on their eyes. Though the shelf-kid wasn't able to see his mouth, the tiredness in their eyes indicated that they weren't really that amused or excited about the proceedings. "Maibe ai accidéntal-lee let myself flaire up. Ai can't contrul eet... Eet just 'appens." They would shrug, the vague explanation most likely not explaining a lot from the boy's perspectives.

Evans would watch them pull out a cigarette and light it, making them look away in disgust. "Zey let contraband een haire? Ze fuk eez zis place even..." They didn't outright say to the boy that he should _stop_ smoking, but there was clear discomfort when it came to the act of smoking in interior places- especially in what was supposed to be some sort of facility to help kids. Thank goodness they had a mask on. See- it wasn't _only_ to hide their features. It also had other concrete, non-cosmetic benefits.

"Levi. How abut you?"
Marsha
He takes a few more puffs before he puts it out to save the rest of it for later. After taking a stress-relief from a death stick, he felt a little more at ease now. 

"Trouble controlling your powers? Noted.." Vance said, resting his cheek against his knuckles as he glanced down at the kid. "A pleasure to meet you Levi, my name is Vance." Then a thought sprang up that he needed to mention. "I would very much appreciate it if you don't talk about me to other people... Especially on the intranet." 

His eyes narrowed halfways, almost looking like a cat when the iris turned to slits. "I'm a very private person and prefer to keep to myself from strangers... As you can see..."

Vance now stood up on top of the shelf as he began to walk along the top of the wooden shelf. Hands in his jacket pockets, he smoothly moved to the next shelf with ease and with no sound from his shoes. 

"I fucking hate many people here..." There was grit in his deep voice.
Lisa
"Yeah- yeah... I won't do anything. I don't even have any reason to... You know?" The smaller figure would shrug, deciding to just turn their chair around so they were now somewhat facing each other. They still had to tilt their head upwards, but they supposed it was far better than having a neck ache later. Now that the cigarette was gone and quenched, they felt a bit better talking with this person. Admittedly, they didn't have the best impression upon the boy, but they supposed it went both ways, considering the welcoming committee he got out of him. 

However, the most interesting part right now was his appearance. Now that it didn't seem like he was going to kill them, they were able to focus just a bit on the shadows licking at his figure, as well as the other identifiable details that were out of the ordinary. "Ok. You have some drama with other kids here. I'm not sure what's up with that but..." They would hesitate, choosing to not continue that line of thought.

They would extend their arm, generally gesturing towards the boy's figure. 

"You have... How do I explain it? I see things, yet you are not..." Once again, the androgynous figure would sigh, not knowing if it was _racist_ or derogatory to call it out. 

"You have these shadows that curl around you- and you look human enough- but you aren't? I can see that you are two things."
Marsha
Vance paused for a bit in his step when Levi mentioned about him being two things at once. It was rather difficult for him to grasp what he was talking about due to the fact that he did show some oddities. This is when he steps off from the top shelf and lands on his feet.

The shadows continue to flicker from his form like flames until it dies out to reveal himself in reality. He was a rather tall male dressed in a suit with his coat unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His skin was warm colored and flawless with no blemish, except saved for the large scar on his exposed forearm. Vance has his dark raven hair tied in a messy bun with his bangs tousled with slightly long sideburns. It can easily be said that it's difficult to contain his wild, wavy, feathery-like hair in order to look decent in public. His face is chiseled with slight sharp features that of a prince. He was blessed to have his father's deep blue eyes with cerulean hue. What stood out was his elven ears, one side adorne in silver piercings and a smoky quartz earring. The left side of his mouth there are two matching piercings on his lower lip to add more style to his character. 

There was another thing that is expressive is his white silk scarf embroidered in diamond petaled flowers. Little does anyone know, the golden thread used for the designs is genuine.

Now what really made him relatable to Levi was the fact that he looks weary from lack of sleep and paranoia. His hands showed signs of hard work with some callus forming with knicks from cleaning every day.

It was clear that there was a sad look in Vance's eyes when he turned his gaze away from Levi.

What was he supposed to say?

After taking a few seconds to think, he finally speaks when he feels like he grasps the words that he needs.

"It's fruitless to get answers from me... Because I am unsure of what I am," Vance said, taking a seat back into his chair. "And that is a rather sensitive topic to ask someone that you just met."
Lisa
He was very tall.

That was the very first thought that registered in his drowsy head. Then, the more minute details began to pop up. They _reeked_ of money and wealth, and their pointy ears only pushed that message even further. A tailored suit, jewelry, piercings, and a scarf were the cloths he wore. In comparison, their pink hand-me-down hoodie wasn't so flashy and interesting. Immediately, they began to think about the reasoning behind such a classy outfit. Purpose? Was he a professor here? Didn't seem like it, considering he scaled a library shelf and smoked inside. Aesthetic? If he was trying to portray himself as a rich, spoiled brat, then it was working. Then again, they weren't sure about the entire picture. They chose not to say anything about the outfit. Maybe they just liked wearing suits. 

Levi would shrug at that non-answer.

Their mouth would open for a moment, though no words came out. They promptly pursed their lips when they didn't know how to restart the conversation. What were they supposed to say? Prince Mortician here wasn't exactly a beaming ray of sunshine and rainbows. At that thought, a slight smile would appear on their face, as they gazed over their appearance. Rainbows _did_ make their day a lot. They were _tempted_ to do something, yet the rather forlorn look as well as his previous warning would ring in their head, dissuading them from doing so.

They did have another idea.

"Soooo... Who are you cosplaying? Is this some sort of mid-80's day trader Legolas fantasy mashup? Or maybe you're a LARPer! I'm not sure if there's a theater class here but... Your method acting's _really_ good."

While they were saying this, they still had the same mischievous smile, leaning back on their chair to relax.
Marsha
Vance clenched his jaw to bite back the bubbling anger that replaced whatever ambivalent emotion left. Scratching and clawing at the darkest corners hidden in the back of his mind seared hotter than white flames. If he thought his headache was bad, it sure as hell felt like intangible hands were squeezing it to mush. 

*'Again with the same fucking antics that keeps happening...'* Vance thought bitterly, pressing his lips firmly together. 

His icy stare glanced at Levi's direction with rigid cords straining in his neck. 

*'All of the sudden they have the nerve to be a massive prick... They're not any different than the others...'* His thoughts grew darker and corroded in his mind. *'If only they just died and all burn in hell...'*

Levi might notice a dark shadow manifesting from Vance's cranium that spreads out with swaying appendages. Then many cold blue eyes open up from the limbs where now thorns are pushed out through the phantom skin. 

The room felt like it was closing in around Vance from the expanding barbed rage and repulse. His eyes stung painfully when a red line trickled down from the left side. A drop of blood splattered onto the table.

This snapped Vance out from the trancelike state when he regained control of himself. The blue eyes on the appendages close along with the thorns sinking back into the skin. There is still a dark cloud manifesting from his cranium that is slowly dissipating when he is becoming more aware of himself.

Shaken by the experience, he fights back his own demon to regain control of his barbed emotions until he now feels ambivalent again.

Vance's hateful look towards Levi shifts to an annoyed look before he turns his attention away, now slumped in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He pressed his fist against his brow as if to press back his migraine.

"No... I am not cosplaying, you fucking dumbass," Vance finally said, a bit of bite in his tone. "Please don't joke about my ears, they're real."
This was a subtle sign that he is trying to be nicer despite failing at it due to his irritability. It did take him by surprise when he noticed the dangerous intensity toward Levi was vicious. They were just being a typical mischievous punk trying to stir him up to get a reaction. That's usually how teenagers are. A bunch of troublemaking gremlins.

It wasn't like him to be this irritable and angry over something this trivial. Thinking about it more made his migraine ache, his eyes sting and a heavy weight resting on his chest. Vance very much wanted to hurt this kid. Not in a good way. This unsettled him because he knows something is wrong with himself.

Now looking far worse than Levi, it is obvious that he's exhausted. The darker corners of his mind continued to egg him on to follow through harming them. Faint whispers to remind him that they're there.

He thought about Solaritius to coax the dark voices until they're silent. His guardian used to be always there when he needed her the most. There was a strong kinship between them that felt like family. Thinking about her was making his stomach churn in guilt. Would she be disappointed in him for these horrible thoughts? 

"Sorry..." Vance muttered.