It isn't Jean-Claude's usual stomping grounds, but what with the recent events, he'd been looking for a quieter place to think. Somewhere he might not run into any vampires under his command, or some individual bounty hunter that may want to pick him off before he's even just begun.
It would seem he's not alone, however, a fact made apparent by not only the sound of footsteps in front of him, but now the calling of a voice in his direction. He stops himself and considers his response. He could just walk away, of course, but who is not to say that she might not come after him in turn. He feels...something from her, although across the distance, it is hard to tell. Whoever and whatever she is, though, he knows there is magic about her.
He lingers in the dark for a moment longer before he steps forward towards her. "Forgive me, madame," he replies, slinking forward with the creak of leather boots and dry leaves underfoot. "I did not mean to startle you." Unlike Morgause, Jean-Claude will always have the need for dramatics.
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It would seem he's not alone, however, a fact made apparent by not only the sound of footsteps in front of him, but now the calling of a voice in his direction. He stops himself and considers his response. He could just walk away, of course, but who is not to say that she might not come after him in turn. He feels...something from her, although across the distance, it is hard to tell. Whoever and whatever she is, though, he knows there is magic about her.
He lingers in the dark for a moment longer before he steps forward towards her. "Forgive me, madame," he replies, slinking forward with the creak of leather boots and dry leaves underfoot. "I did not mean to startle you." Unlike Morgause, Jean-Claude will always have the need for dramatics.