This sort of affair is not something Vincent Valentine would normally attend. Far from it, really, but it afforded an opportune way in which he could glean a better understanding of Dualis as a whole, and thus he came. His fashion sense was uninspired but functional for the affair, though his hair, unrestrained without his usual headband, obscured much of his mask. His crimson eyes were even more obvious with the red of the mask, but he didn't seem concerned with that, either. He keeps to the outskirts of the arriving crowd or hovers near the refreshments, not approaching others but watching various conversations as they transpire.
02 - Ballroom He does pause at the ice sculptures, gazing up apprehensively at one in particular, hands, bare of his golden claw as it was considered a weapon, clenched as he gazes upon the visage of Chaos, the reaper of corrupted souls and herald to Omega, the End of Worlds. Eventually he swallows and moves away from the sculptures, finding a place along the outskirts of the crowd to wallflower and people watch unless someone finds him, hoping to catch a glimpse or overhear a useful conversation at the gathering.
He gives the Iterations a wide berth, though, feeling naked without his weapons, having even been stripped of his materia. It only left him with one way to defend himself, after all, and that was a beast that was unruly and difficult to control when the transformation took control.
Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
03 - The Red Room A true introvert at heart, eventually he has to escape the crowds of the main hall and he finds the most comfort in the red room, where he can be found quietly siting in contemplation on a chair. While he doesn't avoid any company that may approach, he doesn't invite it, either, his gaze focused somewhere in the middle distance. Soon, he and Cloud would be leaving the city, hopefully finding answers beyond the confines, but what they might be were certain to be bad.
A part of him didn't want to know, but it was a quiet voice and one he knew to ignore.
04 - Wildcard (OOC: He'll be making rounds at the party, seeing if there's anything he can learn by observing, so if there's anything specific you'd like, go wild!)
Vincent Valentine | OTA
This sort of affair is not something Vincent Valentine would normally attend. Far from it, really, but it afforded an opportune way in which he could glean a better understanding of Dualis as a whole, and thus he came. His fashion sense was uninspired but functional for the affair, though his hair, unrestrained without his usual headband, obscured much of his mask. His crimson eyes were even more obvious with the red of the mask, but he didn't seem concerned with that, either. He keeps to the outskirts of the arriving crowd or hovers near the refreshments, not approaching others but watching various conversations as they transpire.
02 - Ballroom
He does pause at the ice sculptures, gazing up apprehensively at one in particular, hands, bare of his golden claw as it was considered a weapon, clenched as he gazes upon the visage of Chaos, the reaper of corrupted souls and herald to Omega, the End of Worlds. Eventually he swallows and moves away from the sculptures, finding a place along the outskirts of the crowd to wallflower and people watch unless someone finds him, hoping to catch a glimpse or overhear a useful conversation at the gathering.
He gives the Iterations a wide berth, though, feeling naked without his weapons, having even been stripped of his materia. It only left him with one way to defend himself, after all, and that was a beast that was unruly and difficult to control when the transformation took control.
Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
03 - The Red Room
A true introvert at heart, eventually he has to escape the crowds of the main hall and he finds the most comfort in the red room, where he can be found quietly siting in contemplation on a chair. While he doesn't avoid any company that may approach, he doesn't invite it, either, his gaze focused somewhere in the middle distance. Soon, he and Cloud would be leaving the city, hopefully finding answers beyond the confines, but what they might be were certain to be bad.
A part of him didn't want to know, but it was a quiet voice and one he knew to ignore.
04 - Wildcard
(OOC: He'll be making rounds at the party, seeing if there's anything he can learn by observing, so if there's anything specific you'd like, go wild!)