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[patheticvillain]

[Cassel has no idea that anything bad is happening on the ship. In fact, he has no idea where the ship is, a fact that's freaking him out considerably less than it usually would be.]

[Why? Because all around him is weirdness the likes of which he's never seen before. He's seen at least five Batmans in the crowd already, and six Lokis. It reminds him of the hustle and bustle of Carney, with everyone having something to say and something for sale, having to elbow through the crowd to get anywhere.]

[He thinks he's in love with this place.]

[Come find him anywhere at the con, where he will be walking down the booths with a shit-eating grin on his face.]

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[apaintingdarkly]

[ He grins at the boy, who he recognizes vaguely from the barge. He got a good look at most of the people on board, but there were a lot of faces to remember and not a lot of names to go with them. ]

Nah, I'm good, thanks.

[patheticvillain]

Well, some of us want to get to [he waves a hand vaguely] that booth over there that's probably pretty important, so you need to get out of the way or we're probably gonna have to fight.

[His body language indicates no interest in fighting, however; still languid and loose, and he's got that grin on his face like he's never seen anything funnier.]

[apaintingdarkly]

[ Some of the more naive nerds seem concerned by the threat. Some of the girls seem excited by the idea. All of the more intelligent people are rolling their eyes. ]

So violent! Do you even know what you're looking for? 'Cause it sounds like you're just jealous.

[patheticvillain]

Jealous of what? Your rave hair?

[Cassel snorts gently, crossing his arms over his chest and acting like he's totally ignoring the audience (which is, in fact, the exact opposite of what he's doing).]

Not even close. I'm just concerned that you're creating a fire hazard.

[apaintingdarkly]

[ He brushes a hand through his rave hair, looking a whole lot like a technicolor shampoo commercial. His wings flex unconsciously. He speaks to the pretty girls around him: ] Don't worry ladies. If there's any danger, I'll save you. [ Several swoon audibly. A couple of less interested nerds roll their eyes and leave the area. ]

[patheticvillain]

[Despite himself, Cassel finds that he likes Dark immediately. He's an obvious and total douchebag, which altogether is his kind of person, because he has terrible fucking taste.]

If there's any danger, you'll run the other way and leave them here. I know your type.

[apaintingdarkly]

[ He grins wickedly at the boy, not responding at the moment to one woman's plea for reassurance. He almost wishes there would be a fire, so he can show off his real power. ]

Kid, you have no idea.

[patheticvillain]

Oh yeah? Give me some idea, then.

[He tosses his bangs out of his eyes, smirking.]

Don't you wanna show off in front of all of them?

[apaintingdarkly]

[ He absolutely does, even though he knows once he shows his powers he'll have to lay low. He does have some thievery scheduled regardless. Oh well. He wasn't overly attached to these pretty girls anyway. ]

I guess that's my cue to leave. Sorry ladies.

[ They whine, of course, but he ignores them. The wings flap once, kicking up a smoke screen of dust and feathers... and actual smoke. It dissipates pretty quickly, but when it does Dark is gone.

He is in fact now part of the crowd, disguised with dirty blonde hair, jeans and one of the many t-shirts available for purchase at the convention. He watches the flurry of confusion left in his wake, quite pleased with himself. ]