The serious mood atop the wall was broken by the highly amused laughter of another man who had been waiting up there, watching the chaos that was overtaking the city block when the tower came crumbling. One of Dio's underlings, who actually did work<span style="font-style: italic">for</span>him, not<span style="font-style: italic">with</span>him. He was, as many of the men involved in the fighting were, quite muscular and imposing. His arms and chest were bare of cloth, but adorned with various tattoos that resulted in a cluster of heavy metal imagery. Skulls, bats, and fire made up a majority of the symbolism adorning him. His state of dress was similar, primarily leather and black denim in the form of worn jeans and a leather jacket, along with heavy boots modified to resemble bat faces on the feet. Small wings adorned the ankles, for decoration. His long hair, black and red, was allowed to hang loosely without any real styling, but was straight and easy enough to manage without much worry. To finish off his gaudy look, he wore copious amounts of chain jewelry and rings, and a pair of rounded shades.<br/><br/>His voice was a bit surprising in comparison to his looks. Not supremely deep, and very heavily accented with an unplaceable English accent. "Oi, boss! Boss, did ya see that? Aye-fuckin-plus, bruv! Lookit 'em all, screamin' their bloody heads off. Shame about that other guy, though, but<span style="font-style: italic">come on.</span>Did you see that?!" He laughed again, slapping Dio's shoulder with a wide smile. "Oh, oh! Make a bat next!" He suggested, pointing at the star that floated above the town. "At least, like, give it wings or somethin'. It'd look fuckin' rad, mate."<br/><br/>The man, evidently, liked bats. He walked around Dio, scratching at his nose, and looked over the wall's edge. Even furthest away from the destruction, those who weren't entranced by the star that lit up the night were panicking. People scrambled to get home, close their doors and windows, and the like. "Man, this is fuckin' top! You gonna be in charge in no time, boss, ain't nobody here can stop ya!" He spoke enthusiastically, and the hopping spring in his step showed how hyped he was for this all. While Bowie had feigned resentment, and MJ had seemed rather neutral on the subject, it was very, very clear that this guy loved his job.<br/><br/>When he finally noticed Lily, he cleared his throat. "Ey, miss. Oswald Crowley at your service. How ya doin'?" He asked, smirking at her with a slightly raised eyebrow of confidence.