[ There's nothing remarkable about this guy; even the way he runs his mouth isn't all that unfamiliar. There are plenty of people in this town that like to hear the sound of their own voices. Vanitas isn't exactly exempt from that rule, when he really gets going— but for the most part, his tendency to ramble has more to do with his seeking, hungry inherent desire to draw out the worst in people.
Beacon, always in the dark, his perfect for something like him. It fosters uncertainty and paranoia, a breeding ground for negativity, and Vanitas soaks it up like a sponge; literally taking it on to bolster his own dark power.
But some people stand out amidst the din of swirling negativity. Some people have a Darkness that runs deep, that runs strong; the same way that others stand out like shining beacons of goodness and Light. The latter are fewer and further between, but they still exist. This guy; he reminds Vanitas of Castiel. He isn't an angel, Vanitas can tell just by looking at him— but.
He looks at Rastus like he's itching for a fight, and if Vanitas had no other curiousity to drive his approach that would be enough. He doesn't walk up to the man, he just seems to kind of appear— one moment the shadows next to him empty, the next filled with the shape of Vanitas. Dark all over, head to foot, save how pale his face is and the eerie, inhuman gleam of his yellow eyes. Even his lantern isn't quite right— and not even noticeable at first, because he isn't holding it. Instead, at his ankle, a small creature carries it, the lantern's black flame casting a dim light all around. He's short, and has to tip his head up to look Dean in the face, but what he lacks in height he seems to make up for in the inherently oppressive energy he gives off. ]
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Beacon, always in the dark, his perfect for something like him. It fosters uncertainty and paranoia, a breeding ground for negativity, and Vanitas soaks it up like a sponge; literally taking it on to bolster his own dark power.
But some people stand out amidst the din of swirling negativity. Some people have a Darkness that runs deep, that runs strong; the same way that others stand out like shining beacons of goodness and Light. The latter are fewer and further between, but they still exist. This guy; he reminds Vanitas of Castiel. He isn't an angel, Vanitas can tell just by looking at him— but.
He looks at Rastus like he's itching for a fight, and if Vanitas had no other curiousity to drive his approach that would be enough. He doesn't walk up to the man, he just seems to kind of appear— one moment the shadows next to him empty, the next filled with the shape of Vanitas. Dark all over, head to foot, save how pale his face is and the eerie, inhuman gleam of his yellow eyes. Even his lantern isn't quite right— and not even noticeable at first, because he isn't holding it. Instead, at his ankle, a small creature carries it, the lantern's black flame casting a dim light all around. He's short, and has to tip his head up to look Dean in the face, but what he lacks in height he seems to make up for in the inherently oppressive energy he gives off. ]
He's not the one you should be worried about.
[ Rastus, he means. ]