<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>Inspiration:</strong>My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ0lE7e3yfk)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Abaddon snorted again, "says the man who chose to appear over here then to actually walk." Honestly, didn't the humans have some quip about stones and sin? Eh, whatever it was, he knew full well it applied to this situation and something about a pot and a kettle or something like that. Humans had a lot of different sayings, most of which seemed really bizarre until you actually applied them to something, then they made sense. Maybe humans in general worked like that, seeming insane but at least an insane that made sense when you bent your mind a certain way.<br/><br/>Grunting at the correction, he shrugged, "I'm surprised it's so simple rather than something with flair and...something drawn out and whimsical." Something vain and egotistical that the other man could feel smug about correcting another person's poor pronunciation over.<br/><br/>"My 'presence' here isn't 'out of place here,' it's out of place for you to see me here, little else," he eyed the other man carefully, "just because you've never seen me in such a place or would think I wouldn't come to this sort of place doesn't mean I don't." There was also a quip about someone knowing as much as could fit in a thimble about something, another one that was appropriate here. His gaze shifted away when the man started on his dialogue about the men in here, face stone to prevent the grimace of distaste from crossing his face. Damien enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh as much as Malachi, perhaps more if truth be told, but he had at least had the...taste to at least be less crude about it.<br/><br/>"I have been enjoying myself, yes," he answered neutrally, he wasn't going to discuss this with Malachi and he was annoyed that he had even bothered to come to a popular place like this in the first place. Initially it had been for work, but the draw of having a bit of fun had enticed him and now he had Malachi spouting off vulgarities and looking as smug as if he owned every square inch of the place and could behave as he pleased. Somehow he didn't think he was going to be getting the relaxing night he had been aiming for, but it would be unduly impolite to simply leave the club now. There were times that he was annoyed by his own code that he strictly abided by, but life was never fair and rarely pretty.<br/><br/>"I would have thought you'd be off entertaining rather than bothering with the likes of me," he commented lightly, might as well converse if he was going to be stuck here for the moment.<br/><br/>