Nikki
He/Him
45
October 21
Ecruteak City
Heterosexual
Ace Detective (HBIC Agent)
Cadet
I may be on the side of the angels, but do not think for a SECOND that I am one of them.
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[attr="class","samjertop"] [attr="class","samjer"] [attr="class","samjermain"] “I see.” The detective could not remember if he had the distinct pleasure of making Madame’s acquaintance before. But it was difficult to remember which hound had accompanied which outing. While known for his memory, it was best referred to as selective. And, for the most part, the girl’s team composition had not mattered. It did not satiate his particular brand of hunger. Flat eyes slid to the female hound as he offered a half bow. “My apologies for the misunderstanding.”A friend? Hm. It felt strange for a child to be calling him that. Nor did it feel right. A soulless husk could not be anyone’s friend. Some part of him was tempted to lecture Ettie on the dangers of being far too trusting. The rest, however, would take advantage of whatever route presented itself on his way to a target—no matter how deplorable. “Well.” Instead of protesting this title, the detective offered a tight-lipped smile. “I am sure I could not stop you. Even if I tried.”At the question, Nikita hummed thoughtfully. His expensive loafers tiptoed across the moist ground. A gloved digit brushed against the side of the ship. It did not seem to be an illusion. “There are a number of theories concerning this realm’s stranger features.” A cigarette finds a way to his mouth. “Some believe Eternatus itself absorbed them.” Bright eyes rolled to the ceiling. “Others think the rifts are to blame.” As for him, he preferred to reserve judgment until he had sufficient information. As a bubble danced around him, the detective flicked his cigarette at it. As the ember hit it, the thing exploded with a cloud of smoke and a toxic hiss. It ate through the rock at his feet, revealing a nest of sticky, sickly-looking eggs beneath it. Within the translucent orbs, strange tentacled shapes fitfully toss and turn. “Hm.” For a moment, he wishes to stomp on its shell and turn the unborn into soup, but he decides against it. “Do you smell anything?” The question is directed to the pack as a whole. Detective Winters, meanwhile, is following a faded human scent around the ship’s starboard side. [attr="class","samjer","samjertag"] Ettie [attr="class","samjerpoke"] [newclass=.samjer] font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;[/newclass][newclass=.samjermain] margin: 0 auto; width:330px;background-color:#2b2b2b;padding:45px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertag] text-align:right;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom: -15px; padding-top: 15px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjer b] color: #c1c1c1; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer i] color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer u] text-decoration: none; font-style: italic; color: #000; background-color: #C8C8C8; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-weight: bold; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 13px Poppins!important; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjerpoke] width:420px;background-color:#C8C8C8; height:5px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertop] width:420px;background-color:#C8C8C8;height:10px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:5px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass]
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