01-05-2020, 11:01 PM
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There was no point in hiding, or in disguising himself - he already had his costume on. Right, it was time. He escapes through his secret passage, coming out quite clean, with no stains on his phantom thief costume.
His blue eyes - huh, they almost appeared red underneath the light of the moon - scanned for any sort of crowd. Damn. He sure wasn’t as popular as he was at home, was he? Still, he had a show to put on.
In case anyone was watching, the teen flicks his cape and he was gone, all the while reminding himself why he was a phantom thief. Why he put his life in danger during every single heist. I have to avenge him. I have to break Pandora. Yet, with every heist, despite the rush of adrenaline, that arrogant smirk glued onto his maw, he felt tired, wanting to just find the gem already.
No, no need to cry. Never. Forget. Your. Poker. Face. He reminds himself, and he reappears. On the roof of Arrow’s house. His smile was cocky, like he knew he was going to win. Because Kid never lost a heist so far. He was just the villain, maybe one that some people would root for.
The roof makes slight noise, almost creaking perhaps, as he moved forward. He flicks his cape forward, covering his mouth and then behind him. His voice is like smooth thunder, rolling off of his tongue yet still loud. "Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a show time!"
//feel free to reply before [member=6881]aurum.[/member] and @—arrow do!
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'VE BECOMES ECHOES BUT ECHOES, THEY FADE AWAY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]It was time. The moon was clambering up to the sky, making its ever so exhausting climb towards the sky, reaching towards the inevitable. He has to steel himself. First, his cape. It lightly attaches, tying around his shoulders, white like the moonlit night. Then, his monocle. With a white clover and a small stem on it, on the black part that hung down. Kuroba, black clover. It snaps in place over his eye, a satisfying click emanating from the thing that hid him best. Then, his silk tophat. He runs a paw over it, feeling the soft fibers underneath his paws. He looks at the dark blue ribbon, before putting it on.There was no point in hiding, or in disguising himself - he already had his costume on. Right, it was time. He escapes through his secret passage, coming out quite clean, with no stains on his phantom thief costume.
His blue eyes - huh, they almost appeared red underneath the light of the moon - scanned for any sort of crowd. Damn. He sure wasn’t as popular as he was at home, was he? Still, he had a show to put on.
In case anyone was watching, the teen flicks his cape and he was gone, all the while reminding himself why he was a phantom thief. Why he put his life in danger during every single heist. I have to avenge him. I have to break Pandora. Yet, with every heist, despite the rush of adrenaline, that arrogant smirk glued onto his maw, he felt tired, wanting to just find the gem already.
No, no need to cry. Never. Forget. Your. Poker. Face. He reminds himself, and he reappears. On the roof of Arrow’s house. His smile was cocky, like he knew he was going to win. Because Kid never lost a heist so far. He was just the villain, maybe one that some people would root for.
The roof makes slight noise, almost creaking perhaps, as he moved forward. He flicks his cape forward, covering his mouth and then behind him. His voice is like smooth thunder, rolling off of his tongue yet still loud. "Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a show time!"
//feel free to reply before [member=6881]aurum.[/member] and @—arrow do!