[h1]James Lockehart[/h1]
[hr]Mrhil, Baron's manor[hr]

James having seemed to have seen the other man get ignored in his request for food, simply went off to take some for himself. He'd wander for a bit, his hand dragging along the wooden oak paneled walls to leave a trail of decay and rot in his wake. He would stop after awhile, of course, but he couldn't help but test his power on nearly everything he could find. It was fun to experiment, and the applications to combat were many and terrifying. he wondered if any of his other Soldiers had experienced anything similar, if that fight had caused all of them to suddenly evolve into something beyond human. An interesting though, but one for later, if ever, as currently he was concerned with finding the pantries so he could feed his groaning stomach. He eventually found it, and luckily enough, it was empty at the moment.

Opening up one of the fridge, he was quick to raid it of several packs of cheese slices, a bottle of sparkling wine, crackers, meat, and bread. He then made himself a simple set of about a dozen sandwiches, out them on a plate and left, cleaning after himself as he left. He'd wonder the manor in a bored manner for the most part, unsure what to do, until he found himself discovering a familiar silohuette when he decided to look into the windows of one of the offices. Feeling bored and having nothing better to do, he entered the area without a word of apology or announcement, cleaning the remains of his eighth sandwich from his fingers with a satisfying succession of pops. It was at this moment that he remembered that he had just used these hands to brutally and gorily murder and giant murder bird, but then he remembered that he'd been wearing gloves so he should be ine, and if not, than it might add protein or something.

He silently made his way next to Evangeline, holding up his plate of food in humble offering, whether it was just because he felt liek it or an apology for barging in on her alone time was hard to gauge. Whether she took one or not, he'd place it down on a nearby desk before taking a chair for himself and reclining back in it, releasing a tired sigh from his lips. Once again, he traced figures only he could see in the would, focusing ever so slightly to call the black energy to his finger, watching in fascination as it left black lines of rot and decay along the sides of the chair's leg.

"So, that was our first taste of battle?" James spoke out, his voice neutral in tone as he continued to trace a more recognizable figure, a figure eight, over and over again in the same place on the chair leg, causing the discoloration to darken as the corruption cit deeper into the wood. "Can't s say i was expecting much, but I must admit, that was something? I've never been so exhilirated, and at the same time, so terrified."