MaxwellCharlie
Professional Dipshit
Vítězslav glanced as she saw the Parasite come back down as the cops left, all of this assured him that it was not human, or something had possessed her in some way, like how you would expect a poltergeist on a human. He frowned as he took note of her body language and her mannerisms and deduced it didn't trust them. Her tongue seemed to slither out like a snakes would, and she began to then making an animal like yipping sound.
He didn't make much of it though, as although it appeared that it didn't trust the two and it now began hissing at them now.
Namgung simply sighed in annoyance at this, it didn't appear like Remmy would return for a while. "We should honestly, get prepared to get going, since it doesn't appear like he is going to return for a good while. We do have a couple things we still need to go dooo... What the fuck? Eh, Zbyšek, I think the ghost of christmas future just decided to take you to see your tombstone..." Obviously referring to his alias since the two swore themselves to this type of secrecy, since they didn't want their actual names recorded as criminals if they were to ever get caught. Also making the snide sarcastic remark at the end.
Vítězslav turned on his enhanced perception again, and began to turn around, right actually as he felt the taps on his shoulder, and Namgung was not lying, Manifest was like a ghost type thing, or slightly transparent being, as things were in slow motion he had the time to catch that the robes of Manifest slightly part at the ground as it appeared non-physical, obviously proving this fact, although an interesting contradiction to this fact was that he obviously felt the taps on his shoulder. He would need to be assured of this later.
Due to the fact that it was not a human body, Vítězslav could not read anything about it based on its appearance, but what Vítězslav could tell and you didn't need to be a braniac to figure this out, was that this thing was absolutely EVIL, that was for certain.
Vítězslav simply kept a smile on his face, no poker blank faces here, his golden eyes twinkled intriguingly, his charisma showed off full force again encompassing the room, and Vítězslav wasn't revealing much with his body language except that he was most definetly not afraid of whatever this was, and was intrigued by its presence. But Vítězslav wasn't necessarily hiding his true nature much, so Vítězslav gave off the vibes of malice, intelligent, cold, ruthless persona. This was a side not many people saw, in public.
"Why hello there, what brings you here to me per say?"
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MɐNiɟEsʇ
Manifest smiled internally. This person would definitely be helpful. It spoke "Ī čäцśę çhåõš," It said using simple, yet horribly warped words, "щэ çøцld, pėrhãpś, āššìśт эàćh ôthэr..." Manifest noticed something about this person. He seemed aware of what Manifest was... at least partially. Manifest looked at his features, taking it in. "щháт īš ÿōцr śpэćîэś?" It asked. It was pleased with its finding.
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