Knockturn Alley

Led by faith alone, I walk the dangerous alleys. It was crystal clear I didn't belong here but something told me to come here.

Ivan Braginski turned on a dime, looking straight into the eyes of Matthew.

That sick, dumb little preacher boy who nearly ruined his plans.
All the same, Ivan knew he could actually do something worse to them, but still...
His Faith in Cynder...
It was sickening.

"Vat is it you little people want with us..?"

"I'm not entirely sure myself. My faith had told me to come here and so I have. Perhaps it was to meet you here or some other purpose, but either way here we are."

"Well,"
Snapped the Russian back, clearly agitated and already moving a hand to his coat to pull out his pipe,

"You best haul sorry ass away from here, Da...?"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot do that."

A snarl, Ivan buried his features more into his white scarf, his purple eyes glistening with frustration.

The familiar, pissed-off laugh of 'kolkolkolkolkol' came muffled from his lips.

"And why is dat?"

"Because... I just can't. There is something I need to do here and I must do it. What it is I don't know, why I have to I don't know."

"But that's faith."

Ivan's pipe was out within a second.
Pointing it straight at Matthew, heavily creamy Russian accent filled with hate, the Braginski boy cursed a few times before truly speaking.

"Dat is utter lunacy, and vill get you killed! You shoo, now!"

"I pity you, you only believe in what your eyes see, not you soul.."

Every single moment made Ivan more and more pissed off.

He took a step toward Matthew, boot crunching on the ground loudly.

"... you know, I vill have fun with dat Cynder girl... she is type to play kind... but she has darker insides, da...?"

(( Pause? Gotta run, so. ))

"Everyone has light and darkness in them, it's just the side we choose to act on and how we forgive and love that's what makes us who we are."

My words were angerless, non-judgmental.

(( thanks for waiting ))

Ivan gave another, frustrated 'kolkolkol'
This boy really was getting on his nerves.

"You see dis, Preacher,"
He snarled,
"Russian does not care vat you think! Ivan just knows vat you people of light have done, and he knows blood will be shed...! Kolkolkolkolkol...."

"If it is battle you wish, I shall be your opponent, but I wish you no harm, even after all you did."

"Harm? Me? Hah! You are silly!"

The Russian threw back his head in a cold laugh, silver hair flipping back, purple eyes closing in amusement.

"It only is fair if weaker party makes first move, da?"

(( in your sig, is Joa a cuttlefish? ))

'Then by all means, give it your all." (OOOOooohh my respect for Matt just doubled)

(( -slow clap-
I'm sorry, again, but I gotta run. ttyl ))

No problem, bye!

I'm walking through Knockturn, a straight, rather bored look on my face. Nothing to do, lately... I would love to run into that Strayer boy again...

What a... quaint little place. Odd.

Richard - Jim has accepted that Richard exists in his mind, just as he exists in Richard's - is silent for the moment. Jim can imagine him not being there at all much too easily. Perhaps too easily.

Oh well.

Smoothing out the creases in his suit, Jim takes a leisurely stroll along the street.

OOC So a fire warrior, a criminal mastermind and the Riddler walk into a bar...

IC

I need to find supplies for my next riddle, THAT will show Ace I'm the superior mind. At last I can unmask Eagle!

I resist a yawn, needing something entertaining to do. I look around, grinning when I see I'm not the only person walking around here.

OOC: xD This joke could be interesting.

IC: The corners of Jim's lips twitch upwards in a smile, accompanied by a lazy blink as he takes in the other two. Odd pair.

"Gentlemen... Azula.... here's an easy one, What have all of us started, but none of us have finished yet?"

OOC Crouch... It's Azula, not Azulu. xD

IC I raise a brow and smirk. "Hmm... A rivalry?"