by Seven Xu on May 26th, 2011, 10:21 pm
Seven had been impressed with the swiftness in which Jokor had grabbed his elbow so firmly mid-air. It was almost as if he was expecting it, or had impeccable reflexes. The tone in Jokor's voice as he warned him before dropping his arm shone a new light on the rogue. A shiver ran down Seven's spine with the realization that there was in fact more to the short young man than he had initially let on - something inherently sinister. And then he mentioned the Symenestra.
"I would be glad to tell you more, in private." Seven's eyes darted around the crowd. "There are things about my race that really are not appropriate to be blabbing out in the open, if you know what I mean." Seven chose his words carefully, he chose them to entice the rogue, to make him want to hear more. The half-blood lifted a hand to his mouth to cover it as he yawned, closing one crimson eye as he did so. "Not tonight, though." A single shake of his head and silvery hair fell around his eyes. When his hand fell to his side again, he had an uncontrollable smirk on his lips. "Another time." A small personal victory, even if uneasiness and thoughts of the Harvest bubbled up and festered in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps the art of luring someone in, making them crave more had come naturally. Perhaps Nathaniel had simply been an unfortunate experiment, a warm-up for a more stubborn soul such as Jokor.
Seven wasn't sure he liked the way he was acting. His face twisted into a frown. "Goodnight, Jokor." An abrupt turn, then a pale hand with mismatched nails shot into the air in a casual waving gesture. The albino hadn't set a date, but he had agreed to allow Jokor in on the darker parts of the Symenestra he so craved. When, Jokor wouldn't know until they met again.