@DriveEMOut
Vance was about to enter his room when he heard a voice calling out to everyone. He turned his head slightly towards where he thought the voice was coming from, and closed his door, starting to head towards the dining room. He did, however, get turned around a few times in trying to find it as the mansion was huge, and he had little sense of direction.
Once he made it into the dining room, he saw a few others already there, and the man with the sword sitting in a chair. He did notice the white haired man, and his peculiar arm darkening in the vicinity of the one sitting in the chair. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he quickly jotted down notes in the book that he was writing in. His black feathered wings twitched a bit on his back as he finished his writing and the quill along with the book disappeared in a glimmer of light as quickly as it had appeared.
He slowly approached both Aion and Arthur, surely others who were summoned to the mansion along with himself.
“I am Vance Meridian, at your service” he said with a slight bow. He did so while trying to keep his wings tucked against his back, at their full spread, they were 6 feet in length on both sides, and he didn’t want to accidentally bump anyone with them. When he arose from his bow, he looked at Arthur, thinking that he had leadership qualities in him.
Vance was about to enter his room when he heard a voice calling out to everyone. He turned his head slightly towards where he thought the voice was coming from, and closed his door, starting to head towards the dining room. He did, however, get turned around a few times in trying to find it as the mansion was huge, and he had little sense of direction.
Once he made it into the dining room, he saw a few others already there, and the man with the sword sitting in a chair. He did notice the white haired man, and his peculiar arm darkening in the vicinity of the one sitting in the chair. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he quickly jotted down notes in the book that he was writing in. His black feathered wings twitched a bit on his back as he finished his writing and the quill along with the book disappeared in a glimmer of light as quickly as it had appeared.
He slowly approached both Aion and Arthur, surely others who were summoned to the mansion along with himself.
“I am Vance Meridian, at your service” he said with a slight bow. He did so while trying to keep his wings tucked against his back, at their full spread, they were 6 feet in length on both sides, and he didn’t want to accidentally bump anyone with them. When he arose from his bow, he looked at Arthur, thinking that he had leadership qualities in him.
