STONE COLD KILLER / o, dual-joiners

[coldblue]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Ah yes, the Typhoon truly is the perfect place. But Coldblue's reasons for thinking so vary greatly from Argus. Here, Blue is like a prince. His father is the Captain so he very rarely gets into any sort of trouble even if he deserves it. And it if not often that he is required to be helpful in any way, shape, or form. The only people he cares about here are Goldie, Roman, and himself. Especially Roman. Unfortunately, the young male does not know where his adopted sibling has been recently. Blue does not show it, but Roman's absence is beginning to worry him. Family is far more important to the hedonistic youth than he is willing to admit.

Slender limbs propel the handsome young male forward in a casual stroll. There is an arrogant tilt to his head as glacial blue eyes for which he earned his name sweep over the gathered creatures. Huh. A pretty she-wolf and an ugly bald guy. "What the hell happened to you?" Blue questions curiously. He's kind of a brat, but, clearly, he knows it and doesn't care. Besides, it's a genuine question. The kid is willing to bet that everyone else is thinking it, he was just ballsy enough to ask. In spite of the boy's rather rude method of questioning, he dons a charms smile and dips his head politely in a welcoming bow, of sorts. Somewhat teasing and over the top, but he seems to enjoy it. "My name is Coldblue Roux. It's a pleasure to meet you, Vanessa and Wade."

For a moment, his attention flickers over to Krataa. Something about the cloaked wildcat gives the boy a bad feeling. It could be just because the guy is ugly and creepy, but something tells Coldblue that there's more to the predator than what meets the eye. Oh well. If it turns out Krataa is some genocidal mass-murderer, it's his dad's problem, not Blue's. "Of course we do," says the youth in response to Wade's question. "We are not uncivilized." A child like him should possess no knowledge of alcohol, but Blue tends to do whatever the hell he wants and no one can stop him. That includes getting into vices early. "I hope you like rum. If not, we have other selections but I will judge you for it." A lopsided smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.