Ciel could hardly believe her eyes when the figure barreled onto the roof, rolling with grace down onto the rooftop. His form cut through the air elegantly, and she was so stunned that she couldn't move from her spot. His body was just so trained, so honed. He was so... purposed.<br/><br/>Even when he stood, becoming a more immediate threat, Ciel could not make herself move. Her damned soul was hypnotized as she watched him, eyes wide and lips parted in the way of someone mesmerized. Though she did not need to breathe, she found herself taking shallow, excited gasps of air into her unpracticed lungs. She wrestled with her willpower as thoughts circulated in the back of her mind about him. He had to be the vigilante, who else would go shunting over rooftops in the middle of the night so close to a fresh tagging? But he was so... so...<br/><br/>"Y-you there!" Ciel managed at last, shaking off her thoughts at last. Damned clan curse, making her stand there staring like an idiot. "Hold it right there!"<br/><br/>Her voice was clear and lilting, like a teenager's, and even as she got to her feet and stood with her legs apart she did not cut a very intimidating figure. Arciel stood all of 5'3", her glossy black hair short and pulled partially into a cute ponytail on one side. She was dressed like a Tokyo anarchist fashionista, her short skirt and leggings topped with a babydoll shirt and thin hoodie vest. Arm warmers covered from her knuckles to just short of her elbows, and her boots looked comfortable yet cute and slouchy. It was all monochrome grays, whites, and blacks, save for her purple belt and mood ring. She looked fresh out of highschool almost, her dark eyes still wide even when she was furrowing her eyebrows down over them.<br/><br/>"D...don't move!" she snapped. "Show your face!"