<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0AYuJl9p7-M/UfDarLdC7cI/AAAAAAAAgoA/KQ0by-BASao/s1600/Colin+Wayne_mgi6f5DTJz1qk5bhro1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abaddon, Dark Prince of Destruction (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214848.msg10599891#msg10599891)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Damien Arasi<br/><strong>Where:</strong>ageHa (http://www.ageha.com/equipment/floor.html)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th,  11ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In picture<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>He would even go so far as to say some of the music was tolerable, some of it even enjoyable. The deep bass that sung through the air and settled into the very bones of his body were better, but he supposed some of the more...lively music was alright too. Some it sounded like mostly a lot of rapid talking with some beats thrown in the end and he wondered about that one, apparently he was a bit more disconnected from the world than he had originally thought. Apparently he wasn't frequenting the right places, or perhaps he had just wondered into the right place at the right time in this case, or the reverse. Who in all the hells knew, humans were strange if fascinating creatures.<br/><br/>His amusement and musings were interrupted by the sudden prickle at the back of his mind and his eyes flickered over to the seat next to him and watched the energy coalesce in the empty space there. The click of his tongue easily lost in the sounds around him was the only indication he gave that showed his annoyance at being intruded upon. It was rare that he got away from his 'brothers' for an extended period of time, he should have known better than to think that he might actually go through a night he was beginning to enjoy without someone showing up somewhere.<br/><br/>Brow raising as Malachi appeared with a quip in hand, "honestly, we're supposed to be playing it quiet, you should worry more about someone seeing you and less about what I may or may not break. Plus," he grinned, downing the whole of the drink and shaking it at the bartender as he worked on Malachi's drink. There was barely a sign that he flexed any amount of muscle and the glass shattered, startling the nearby bartender and amusing Abaddon even more, "you should know better than to tempt me to break things Lucas. Now to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"