<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erik Crowley<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 2, Room 4<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mantis, Stephen, Arthur, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Huh. Maybe one of these days, we can have a chat. There's something that monk said that I never got to understand. Lots of it I did, though. I think that's why he let me stick around for the winter." He hinted at some event in his pass, but it's hard to say if this were some sort of bait, or just him not wanting to share his life story to everyone.  Maybe he just let out more than he wanted to, which might very well be the case, since he seemed to quickly switch over to responding to the aptly named 'Strange'.<br/><br/>"I think you're being too literal. And if you are, that just means my fight will be the most anticlimactic one ever." he chuckled, quite amused. He did not know where his powers would go when he had the time to hone them, but he had entertained some notions. Liquid darkness clashing against liquid darkness, in the pitch black... yeah, that seemed pretty anticlimactic, and decidedly un-cinematic.<br/><br/>His attention then seemed to hone in on Arthur. His eyes narrowed down, and Charlie took the form of a raven, that chased after Arthur's fleeing shadow; it lasted only for two full seconds, before both shadows seemed to cease to exist, and may have gone unnoticed by many. "Lighten up,<em>my lord.</em>" He said that sarcastically. "Kings are tyrants when they can't take a joke." For the time being, however, it may be much more noticeable that neither Erik nor Arthur are casting a shadow. Probably, when Erik calmed down, the shadows would return. Arthur's shadow would also return and act normally if the two ended up far enough away from each other, too.