Grimm didn't respond to Carmen's inquiry at first, seeming to be sort of in a daze for a second before he refocused his attention. The skull mask he wore fell away on it's own accord, seeming to melt into the shadows of his cloak as he seemed to stare through Carmen, then back to his drawing, repeating this process several times with his face set in an expression that suggested he was deep in thought, an assumption supplemented by the hurried way he spoke to himself; the words being spoken so quietly and at such a fast pace that it was impossible to tell what he was saying. He absentmindly nodded in agreement to Rika's invitation, his cloak rising on it's own accord to take hold the proffered card. After a short while, Grimm's eyes closed as he nodded to himself, seeming to have come to a conclusion.
"Yes, tremendously, but I fear I won't be able to show you the finished product for a wile. It will take several tools I don't have in my current disposal to achieve the feet in a way I see fit, and since we'll be gone for a while because of our current mission, it'll be sometime before I can go receive them from where they are currently being held, A pity, but such is the cost of perfection. I'll be sure to notify you the moment I finish the piece, and of course you'd be able to receive a copy if you so wish." Grimm then turned to Criston, considering the man's words for a second before replying.
"I'm feeling rather well, this new project I plan to get to immediately after we're through with the mission has me very excited. But that'll have to wait on that for now. If you'll excuse me, I must find something else to occupy my mind for now."With a small nod of acknowledgement, Grimm turned away from the group and began scanning the present crowd for other possible subjects of study, muttering quietly to himself as he did so.
"The Kitsune maybe interesting, but I've already done plenty of spirits, same with the vampire, though that mark on his face does bear stir in me a need to investigate the individual at a later date. The ice girl is an interesting one to speak to, but I feel that she may be engaged already with the other human girl. Which leaves me with . . ." His ice blue eyes swiveled over to examine the child-like Dryad who was situated away from the rest, noting her soul held a feeling of disinterest in the current situation, as well as fading remanents of fear and denial, probably rom his earlier act of impassioned rage at the annoying children that had almost ruined his piece. He didn't feel sorry in the slightest for scaring those brats, but he did feel a twinge of regret for doing so to the Dryad, who had been just as annoyed with them as he had, if not more so. Looking past the emotions, a process that would send a cool, yet unnerving chill down her spine, he'd see her soul in it's purest state, though seeing wasn't exactly what was he was sensing, just how his mind interpreted it. He was actually pushing parts of his soul, thin threads, into here and from them getting a look at how it may appear to him.
The Dryad's appeared to him like a bush of delicate looking roses, their fragile beauty regally shining past a wall of wicked thorns that acted as their protection . . . and their prison. From the thorns dripped thin threads of liquid that gave him a sense of caution, a warning echoing through his mind.
Don't touch, for like fire, it may burn.
Grimm was intrigued by this soul, and he could feel the vestiges of inspiration tingle at the edge of his thoughts, but he felt like he'd need to converse with the dryad to get a more wholesome picture of her soul. Only problem with that was that he wasn't good at conversation, not liking to skirt the issue and going straight to the heart of a matter, something he found others didn't seem to appreciate that well. But then again, why did he care, if the girl refused him, than he'd simply talk to another.
With his mind set, Grimm quickly approached the Dryad, his feet making hardly any sound as he crossed the floor over to her. Once there, he'd take a seat across from her, helping himself to an apple from her bowl of fruit with a mutter,
"Thank you", before he pulled out his sketchbook, flipped to a blank page, and began to draw her. It wasn't an inspired drawing, but it was a good exercise, as he didn't want his skills to get rusty just because he was waiting for that illusive muse. He didn't speak until he got the basics of the figure done, his eyes staring into hers as his hand began to go on auto-pilot, transforming the featureless stick figure into the lady of the forest, sitting bored in a tavern biting into some fruit as she stared of into space.
"I hope you don't mind me drawing you, I need he practice and you are an interesting subject, as well as one I've yet to draw. Dryad's are a rather rare sight in the plain of the dead where my father resides, and I with him. Tell me, do you often find yourself beset by children and dragged around? Must be quiet annoying, I'm surprised you're able to keep so calm about it. I would've, well, you already see how I get when I'm angered. A bit of a hollow threat, however, as the only souls a Reaper can pull out of the body are those that have invaded one that is not their own. The connection between the two is weak, and easily cut." Not the whole truth, their had been reapers who made deals with various beings in order to increase their own powers, mainly those associated with Necromancy. They were deemed heretical and quickly and merciless exterminated, but they still had existed and some continued to exist, if rumors are to be believed.
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