Chuckles

Suddenly through the nighttime air, a man flipped backwords onto the musty pavement below. In the shadows the man seemed only another figure of the town, yet as he turned and stepped forward with a thud to meet the stranger, the appearance of what he truely was emmerged with him. The man wore a long, luminous, red coat and mask that covered only his mouth and forehead to the world around him.

The man's hair, long and black, fell down and spiked up on his head. His hands were covered by long black gloves and his feet by boots. On his back, a long staff and two razors were tied only to be used in combat. His eyes glistened like the moon over the city, but focused on the one stranger. The man then put his hands to his sides and began to speak,

"It's very late stranger, may I offer you any assistance?"

The man then gave the stranger a friendly glance, then tossed a glance at the sky. His hair began to sway in the night breeze and embrace his face with a gentle touch. This man's goal was not theivious or hostile, only curious.

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