She has many faces(Private)

[heyyew]

Well. This hadn’t been difficult at all. Getting a puppet to interact with her subjects had been a walk in the park. All she had needed was someone who worshipped her and was easy to bend. This person fit the role perfectly. They would not remember what she did while she was in their body… She did not trust them that much. They worshipped the legend, they did not sympathize with the reality. Capone couldn’t have people knowing of her real weaknesses. She was a goddess to them. She didn’t want to loose that.

Just to cover her bases she was even having her soul look like one of her many faces she could remember. She was a daemon after all, made of many souls, many lives. Picking out a different feline face was easy enough. And would shield her against any people with The Sight that might recognize her.

She was currently just hanging out in the Graveyard, not really sure who to seek out first. Someone would come by eventually though. This was The Rosebloods new territory after all.

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]truth be told, the graveyard was not his favorite place to be. though it was peaceful during the day, it still creeped him out to no end, with the angel statues dotting the grounds. he hated statues. why did they have to have so many?

the tuxedo was silent as he made his way down the path, sighing as the trees opened up over the cemetery and the warmth of the sun hit his back. blue eyes drew slowly over the headstones littering the area, eventually coming to stop on the form of a cat, sitting quiet among the graves. he couldn't help but get the chills at the sight; people sitting alone in graveyards was never a good thing, unless they were putting down flowers or something. still, he approached, probably against his better judgement. he wasn't keen on socializing anymore—he was so damn tired, and he'd spent four or five years of his life in isolation. interacting with others didn't come as smoothly to prestige now as it had in the past, but there he was, slowly padding over to this stranger.

prestige paused a generous distance away, watching her for a moment, before softly clearing his throat. a subtle way of alerting her of his presence, as he didn't want to scare her. "hello."

[heyyew]

“Hi.” Capone meowed in a tired voice, glancing behind herself to see who was approaching. She did not know this person. Over the years she’d had a variety of reasons not to be watching over The Rosebloods. As such Capone had of course missed quite a bit. She did not know whether this one was an old member returned or if he was brand new.

Either way she didn’t know him. But that was the case for the majority of The Rosebloods for her. She had only bothered to learn the names of those she deemed worthy of her company. Never once thinking maybe if she wanted such company, that perhaps she ought do more than simply look down scathingly at the masses. Perhaps she could have… Nurtured them to be more.