Internally, Jin flinched, but his outward appearance reflected nothing. He wasn't taken aback by the man's words but by his presence. His stature wasn't anything but average and his appearance nothing of great note, but something about his.... being.<br/><br/>It was...<br/>intense.<br/>passionate.<br/>strong.<br/><br/>Jin did all he could manage to shut his mind off to that presence, the whispers fading as he did so. He pulled a visible frown and took a step forward, his form easily towering over the man. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could manage any words the Prince spoke once more.<br/><br/>"You..hungry or anything?" he asked. It was as if he had a house guest and not a large winged devil at his door. That presence flooded toward Jin once more, warmer now. Pleasant even. Not the response he'd expected.<br/><br/>"N-no I- um, " his deep rumbling voice cracked for just a moment. Black tendrils, like ink twisting about in water cascaded off of Jin's body. Something like embarrassment flashed in the demon's features just for a moment and he took a step backward before he regained his composure.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Lady Ikathka requests Motto of The Brook's presence at Donna Cafe in Central Square mall"</span>. He pointed an inky black clawed finger at the man, the whispers refilled the silence and intensified; a crescendo of voices increasing in urgency and sending tremors through the room.  An image, a location, a time. All were placed directly into Motto's mind. The whispers continued, louder than screams as the flood of information was sent. It was deafening for just a moment and then. Silence. The creature placed his arm down, still blankly eyeing the man.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">It would be unwise for Motto of the Brook to be late.</span></span>The creature's lips did not move this time. It's gravelly, alien voice filled Motto's head and echoed loudly. Without waiting for a response, the creature slipped from the balcony and plummeted hard before launching into the air on large black feathered wings. Its body trailing those black wisps as it went.<br/>____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>A tiny blackbird fluttered down onto the penthouse patio and tapped a beak at the glass door before slipping in. It gave a small shake of its feathers before making its way toward the bottom of the stairs.<br/><br/>"You look guiltier than usual," the woman called down. The little bird started at the sound of her voice and slipped into cat form as it made its way up the stairs.<br/><br/>"How'd it go?" she inquired. She had still been deep in her messages but her focus had shifted to the small black cat.<br/><br/>"I-it went well! mhm, yup, message delivered, all good!" his small voice squeaked. He'd hopped onto the bed and taken seat at the foot of the bed.<br/><br/>"If you killed him, I need you to tell me, Jin," she said wearily<br/><br/>"He's not dead!" the boy nearly shouted, his ears flattened against his head and he looked away from the woman regretfully "He's just- I don't know, Ma'am. He's strange,"<br/><br/>"Most rich boys are weirdos," she said flatly, her gaze had returned to her laptop and she began typing something "Who needs to develop a personality when you've got money, right?" she added with a chuckle.<br/><br/>"Not like that, Ma'am" Jin said quietly "I couldn't concentrate when I got near him! It felt like he was... I don't know. It wasn't painful, just uncomfortable. I felt like I couldn't breathe! And he offered me food?" the little cat curled itself up before lying down "Even his sweat was strange! Can't get the scent of it out of my nose,". The flickering of his ears and thrashing of his tail were clear indications that he was pretty wound up about it all. The woman cracked a small smirk before closing her laptop and kicking the covers up.<br/><br/>"We can talk about it in the morning," she said, Jin could clearly hear that sly knowing tone in his lady's voice, and even if he wanted to know more, he wasn't going to press it.<br/><br/>"Good night ma'am,"