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*After the introductions, Celest pulls his hood over his head, and shadow covers his eyes. As he often does, he has hidden himself from the world. He listens the Skyly's tale, but he makes no intrusion into his words. He makes no question at Skyly's long pause, indicating he's done. Celest only stands where he is. His robes cover his wings and tall, slender body. His hood covers his head as best as he can mask it. The glow from his eyes are impossible to dim, but that doesn't matter to him. Celest watches the group and does as Skyly suggests -- learns. He learns through observation, and he's not quite comfortable with them -- at least not enough to reveal his half-Celestial nature. His natural Elan psionics snake through the group like mental tendrils, but they do nothing to prenetrate their minds. Celest is, at best, curious. He is not one to invade the privacy of the mind.*

*His fists still clenched around his dual-bladed knives, Celest twirls them about in his hands before sheathing them, like a fancy cowboy might twirl his guns. He isn't showing off, really. That is not his intention. It is, perhaps, simply something to show that his skill with them goes beyond battle. It is to show that Celest's own skills go beyond that of battle. He almost chuckles as he thinks back on the recent things to have been said.*

<Destiny? Perhaps.>

*Celest makes takes a glance at each individual, in turn, before taking severl, long strides towards the building. He makes no motion or wording to the group until it seems to late. As he reaches out to touch the door's handle, he turns his head to look at the group over his shoulder. This is partially to distract them from his clawed hands, and strands of his hair manage to flutter out and into the wind. He glances at them, and it seems blank.*

Are you going to show us to our place of meeting, or shall we rot upon the streets?