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[Sinclair]

{Desi's hard to RP with, without Sparrow and I'm out of things to say. Soo if I add Sinclair the RP will come easier for me, I think. Besides, I love RPing with Sinclair <33}

Desi;

Desirae thought it was odd that he'd send it home- didn't he say he was born to thieves? Weren't they stealing enough for themselves? She didn't realize he meant Lyra, and well, he didn't know she existed so Desirae didn't really bother to ask about sending it home. Now, as presents, that surprised her. He would give it away? Was it worth the risk?

Before Desirae could decide the answer to that question, she was jumping in surprise as someone's hand touched her shoulder. She wasn't sure who it'd be, probably Sparrow. When she looked back to see the person, it ended up being Sinclair. Desirae's hopeful expression fell; she would have liked for it to be Sparrow. She took in his outfit with minor interest, though- He was wearing a dark red dress shirt and a black vest, then dress slacks. It didn't really fit with his personality, he wasn't a very formal person.

Sin;

"Hey Desirae,"Sinclair greeted with an amused grin,"I thought you'd be the last girl I'd find flirting with some boy in a mall." Desirae didn't seem like the type and that made it amusing to him, but there was another factor in his approach; how could he pass up a chance to join a conversation about the Corporation? Had he not heard her say that word he would have kept walking. As it was, he liked the Corporation and wanted to know whatever it was they were saying. Call him nosy, but he typically found a way to hear what he wanted to hear.

Desi;

Desi rolled her eyes and sidestepped away from Sinclair so that his arm fell. Great. She decided not to give him the satisfaction of arguing with his false statement, and besides, if she did argue it'd just be worse anyway. It was like fuel to the fire.

Sin;

"Oh well. I'm Sinclair,"Sinclair introduced, offering a hand to Lore in greeting.

[Coldfire]

verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery

[/color]

Needless to say, Lore was very entertained by the few seconds that played out in front of him. That was, of course, another reason he came to the mall; Simply to watch all the drama play out. It was intriguing to guess at the stories behind it, picking out what was fact and what was simply said out of rage, to be apologized about later. After her previous outburst with him, he was slightly surprised when she just stepped away, but, he supposed, it did fit the rest of her personality a bit better.

He took Sinclair's hand, not going quite as dramatic as he had with Desirae, as he simply shook it, mischievous smile completely at ease. He was not picky at all who he talked to, not in the slightest.

Hello, heirdd. I'm Lore.

Of course, no matter how bold, he wasn't about to openly call anyone handsome in English, particularly in the middle of the mall, and he figured he would play nice and not make Desirae blush again; At least, not on purpose. Few really understood Welsh when you weren't in Wales, and he most certainly was not in his home country right now, nor was he anywhere near it. He highly doubted that either of them would figure out the meaning.

And it certainly wasn't her doing the flirting.

He added as a bit of an afterthought, winking as his smile grew slightly, fighting the chuckle that longed to escape this time round.

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[Sinclair]

Desi;

Desirae bit her lip. She wasn't going to explain herself to Lore, and since he didn't ask, she didn't feel obligated to. But in her defense, there was a big difference in how she reacted to strangers and how she reacted to people she knew. Sinclair never had told her his name before, so the introduction was new at least.

Desirae looked up when he said something she didn't understand. Though he was addressing Sinclair, she was curious.

"What?"Desirae questioned. She wasn't sure she could repeat whatever it was he said, so she hoped he knew what she was saying.

Sin;

Sinclair was curious, too, about the strange word. It was nothing he'd heard. Maybe this was what people felt like when he threw German words at them- ha, imagine that. A taste of his own medicine if ever there were one. He'd definitely think twice before he did that again. Or he'd pretend to at the moment, then when he got around to actually following through, of course he likely wouldn't.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's not saying anything insulting."Sinclair reassured Desirae, his eyes never leaving Lore. "And if he is, I think I'd rather let him get away with it." His words made Desirae appear annoyed, but it also quieted her again.

There was no hiding the fact that Sinclair wasn't as amused by Lore's statement as Lore seemed to be, but he smiled anyway, the perfect little player in the game. Anything to make a good impression.

"That doesn't surprise me,"Sinclair stated, his voice coming out as a chuckle even though Lore wasn't chuckling himself. Lore seemed close to it, and that was good enough for Sinclair. Besides, nothing was wrong with laughter, really. And the wink? Ha, the wink was something to brighten his mood.

[Coldfire]

verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery

[/color]

Lore finally laughed at Desirae's reaction. He glaced over at her for a mere moment, though he eyes never fully left Sinclair. He knew the ways of the world far too well for that to happen, unless he let it happen on purpose. He'd done that a few times, to teach pickpockets to not even bother trying.

Heirdd. Two 'd's, not 'th'. Welsh. I am from Cardiff, after all. And you're right; It wasn't an insult. Rather, a compliment.

He left it at that, figuring that if neither of them could figure out a vague translation that meant similar then they weren't worth the time of explaining. Not that it was particularly important, anyway. However, he would be rather interested in what they thought it meant. It was always fun have someone guess at the meaning of a Welsh word, any of them. Almost as fun as watching them try to spell it. That was always a laugh -- Always.

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-- arg. muse block xD --

[Sinclair]

Desi;

Desirae wasn't dismissed quite that easily. She wasn't defending Sinclair as much as she was just curious, but she spoke anyway.

"Call me crazy, but for some reason I don't believe you. You probably called him-"Desirae was cut off when Sinclair interrupted.

Sin;

Sinclair was certainly annoyed and it showed. Couldn't she just leave it alone? It seemed she was bound and determined to kill any chance of the three of them just leaving the unknown word alone. Really, he couldn't understand why she cared so much when he couldn't care less. Whatever it was Lore had said, good or bad, it was his business and not theirs.

"Just leave it alone,"Sinclair objected, his tone soft but firm as he turned his gaze willingly away from Lore and to Desirae. Then, with that settled, he did look back at Lore with the smile on his lips again. He was not going to guess what the word meant, and he wasn't going to ask, either. Instead he decided to do the next best thing, at least in his mind.

"Well, thank you then for the compliment."Sinclair offered. It seemed as though it were suddenly going to get a lot easier to understand Lore which was fortunate for Sinclair. As it so happened he did meet a fair number of Welsh people when he was in Europe. Weird bunch the way they fitted their language in rather than speaking it consistently, but whatever. To each their own. And he did the same thing with the German language by choice and mistake alike on occasion.

"I was raised in Berlin, Germany.*Sinclair explained to get the point across that he hadn't always lived around here despite the way his voice sounded. Sinclair had a lot of control over his voice. If he tried, he was sure he could mimic an accent as easily as he could hide one, but as of yet he hadn't found a reason to want to try it.

[Coldfire]

verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery

[/color]

Ah, yes, Germany. Never actually been there, almost though, once. Something came up, though.

He replied, practically ignoring Desirae. She was cute, sure, but she really wasn't particularly interesting to him. Too shy, too 'do-only-good' in comparison to Sinclair, who seemed more like the average person, at the very least. His eyes began to wander, only a little, of course. He kept a close enough eye on the other two that they couldn't pull anything on him. Of course, besides the jewelry store down the hall a bit, the only decent stores around were clothing stores, and nothing within view that caught his attention.

The music, though that came on made him crack a grin and his eyes closed for a moment, catching the beat, the words. Then, they opened, sparkling like gorgeous blue diamonds, as he softly sang it under his breath, appearing rather distracted, though perfectly capable of breaking the tune to reply to anything.

Black velvet, in that little boy smile. Black velvet, in that slow southern style. A new religion that'll bring you to your knees. Black velvet, if you please.

He found himself wishing for that lovely velvet jacket -- black of course -- that he had back in his closet. Of, yes, he knew what he was doing when he got back. Changing, and singing this very song at the top of his lungs. It was most definitely a favorite, and it wasn't like he screeched when he sang. No, it was rather melodious, actually. Then, not thinking, nor caring, as he said the last few lines, a pair of black velvet gloves materialized in his hand, small pink roses embroidered on the wrist line, feline grin plastered over his face.

Then, finally, he turned his attention back to Desirae, bowing, though only be a few centimetres this time, and held them out to her, still grinning. He was having far too much fun with this, he knew, but he couldn't help it, any of it. It was who he was, the very essence of his being.

Achos 'r arglwyddes -- For the lady.

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--- the gloves: click here ---

[Sinclair]

Honestly Sinclair didn't care if he'd been to Germany. It was an interesting bit of knowledge and he wasn't saying that Lore shouldn't say it, he just didn't have anything to say. Germany was nice, but he didn't kid himself; it was not the nicest place in the world. It was just a place, no where that he would say people had to go. But he'd reply anyway. Or he would have before Lore's eyes trailed away. No need to reply if Lore wasn't even watching him. So Sinclair waited patiently, watching Lore curiously. It was nothing to complain about, Lore wasn't bad looking and Sinclair agreed, he was interesting himself.

Sinclair was very surprised to hear him actually sing. He didn't recognize the song, but he could hear it playing as Lore sang it. Hm. Sinclair listened carefully to the words, trying his best to decide what the song was really talking about. Before he could figure out the message there was a shift in the way things were going. That shift being, of course, the materialization of gloves into Falcon's hands. This caught Sinclair's interest- behind the calm expression, his eyes danced with the thoughts running through his mind. Obviously, since they were talking about the Corporation when he'd approached, this boy knew of mutants. And that, what he just did there, that wasn't normal. So he had to be a mutant. With a power to make things appear- oh, the possibilities. It did surprise him that Lore would give them to Desirae- it was sweet, though.

Desirae was undoubtedly surprised by the gesture, but there was a definite appearance of appreciation and happiness in her eyes. She was definitely not used to getting gifts from people, much less boys. In fact, the only person she could remember getting gifts from was Sparrow. That was mostly her doing, she didn't spend a lot of time getting to know people or making an impression on them. But, if he wanted to give her something, she wasn't going to argue.

"Thank you,"Desirae stated softly. When she actually decided to reach out and take the gloves from him, her movement was hesitant, as though she were second guessing the move. Not because she was suspicious or because she didn't want him to change his mind, she just seemed to be surprised by the fact that he made that appear out of thin air. Once they were in her hands, she examined them curiously. They seemed real enough. . .

"That's amazing,"Desirae stated. What a very cool power indeed. It made her wonder why he stole things, if he could create things anyway, but it didn't seem the moment to ask that particular question. She'd just be grateful and keep quiet.

[Coldfire]

verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery

[/color]

Lore, of course, noticed both reactions, though Desirae's was by far the more innocent one. Surprise, shock. Perfectly understandable. Sin's, on the other hand... Well, he was thinking of the many uses of what Lore had just done, and that could be good or bad. Not that Lore was about to go and tell him how very limited he was when it came to making things actually real. He was not that stupid, and his ego was far too big to allow for such a thing.

He smiled as Desirae took them, rather hesitantly. He couldn't blame her. When something appeared where nothing had been, you should always be cautious. It was not always a good thing. In fact, it was very rarely even remotely good. He didn't mention this either; She was just getting over her suspicions of him, at least a little, and he wasn't about to ruin that by accidentally making her think that there was any more to it than him giving her a pair of rather gorgeous gloves.

You're welcome.

It could almost be said he seemed tamer now than before, and that would certainly not be a lie. It did take a considerable amount of energy to actually make anything more than an illusion, making it rather impractical compared to stealing. He figured there might be questions, and he wasn't necessarily opposed to answering them... As long as he could still make himself seem wonderful with his answers, despite however humiliating the facts within them were.

Go ahead and ask. I don't mind.

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[Sinclair]

Desirae wasn't going to ask anything. She was more fascinated by the gloves and by the fact that Lore would give her anything, so she was in no hurry to speak up. She could have, she did have questions, and mostly her questions revolved around the simple fact that he did steal instead of using his power. But oh well. She could live without knowing. Besides, it was very satisfying to know that Sinclair had got nothing while she had got the pretty pair of gloves.

Sinclair, on the other hand, wasn't so keen on going without knowing. When Lore basically invited him to ask the questions on his mind, he smiled as if to prove his curiosity was casual and nothing more.

"I've never seen anyone do anything like that,"Sinclair commented before adding,"Can you create anything you want?" Of all the things to make, the pair of gloves seemed a bit disappointing. Why not something really remarkable?

Sinclair answered his own question when he looked to his side to take count of all the people around them. Maybe that was why, maybe Lore didn't want the attention. Sinclair looked back to Lore after deciding that, waiting for his answer anyway. Oh, the possibilities seemed endless to him. Not that it mattered too much, it wasn't like he was in a position to really need to care about it. . .It was still nice to know the people around him and what they could and couldn't do.

[Coldfire]

verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery

[/color]

Of course, seeing as Desirae chose to stay silent on the matter, he turned his full attention to Sinclair, smiling rather smugly at the mention of him having never seen anyone else do what Lore had just demonstrated. The smile fell, so slightly it was hardly noticeable, though, when the question was asked.

In time, perhaps. For now, it's small objects only. Though illusions, of course, are a completely different matter. For example, we could have a boy in a big blue dinosaur costume, walking down the hall, right now.

He waved his hand in the right direction, much like a ringmaster of a circus might to indicate a new act, just as a boy in a big blue dinosaur costume came walking down the hall, exactly as described. In fact, it looked rather like a blue version of Barney, really, but, seeing as he didn't describe the costume, this was an entirely plausible option. He could always go more specific, but he rarely bothered to for demonstration purposes.

As you can see, illusions are rather simple things. At least, for me of course.

The costumed man turned into the bathroom with a few vague murmurings from Lore, where, when out of sight, he promptly disappeared. ore only hoped he wouldn't be seen again, because if he were, it would not be of the illusionist's doing and that would be cause for true fright. At least, when it wasn't Halloween, of course.

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[Sinclair]

Desirae seemed to stop caring about the boys in front of her. She had taken it upon herself to slip on the gloves, then to watch the boys with muted interest. When the boy Lore predicted walked by, Desirae was mildly surprised but not too alarmed. She didn't put it together that the illusions had helped him earlier, but she did make the connection that he probably stole because he could use his power to his advantage at least.

Sinclair watched the boy that Lore predicted with a sense of amazement. Obviously Lore was no joke! And though the boy was out of place and not entirely useful, the possibilities. . .

"Now that's interesting,"Sinclair stated."Everyone can see him, right? Not just me?" The question was an attempt to figure out whether or not Lore's power was far reaching, or if it was something that singled people out. It seemed something worth knowing in his mind.

Sinclair decided he was going to break a personal rule- usually didn't reveal his power, but in this instance, he was convinced that revealing his power was exactly what he was going to do. Not all of his abilities, just one would content him. And, if asked why, Sinclair's only explanation would have been that there was something about Lore that was, well, alluring. Now, if Sinclair had know he was an X-Men, he certainly wouldn't have said it, but since he didn't know it he wasn't worried.

"The best I can do is paralyze a person. Hardly very creative,"Sinclair stated, "And it's uses, well, they don't extend themselves very far beyond making a point with a person." Sinclair didn't want to explain exactly how it worked, but he knew for a fact that appearing more powerful than he really was wasn't a bad thing by any means. Yet, he didn't bother to embellish it because his ability to detect lies promoted a sense of honesty within himself. He didn't have to, of course, and he wasn't always honest, but he tended to tell the truth a fair amount of the time.

[Coldfire]

verloren devereux
BOUND TO DRIVE YOU WILD
he'd leave you longing for black velvet
and that little boy's smile, black velvet
with that slow southern style, a new religion
that'll bring ya to your knees, black velvet if you please

[/color]

Lore nodded to Sin's question, silently watching the two, feeling very much like he was the center of attention, something he often strived for. There were always the times when he needed to blend in, of course, but he managed those just fine as well.

Well... That would depend entirely on your lifestyle, really.

He replied to the comment on paralyzing people. Really, it was true. If he could paralyze people... Well, that and an illusion, and he'd probably be a hell of a lot bolder with his thievery than he was. He tended to avoid places like museums, and he still probably would, but even then, it would open up a lot more opportunities. Just a quick mask paralyze the guard, snatch the object, and get out, then drop the guise when he was far enough away. He had a feeling Desirae would have another fit if she knew what he was thinking. She wasn't exactly unpredictable, from what he'd seen.

That thought turned his attention back to her, though he always kept Sinclair in the corner of his eye. After all, he was far too interested in Lore's power to be someone to simply ignore, even if he was in the habit of ignoring anyone. She smiled softly, arrogance gone for a moment as he motioned to the gloves.

You like them, then?

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[Sinclair]

"I guess so,"Sinclair agreed. He didn't feel up to arguing with Lore, and there was really nothing worth arguing about. He knew his power had it's own set of pros and cons as Lore's likely did, and he knew he was so familiar, so used to his, that he was quite sick of it. Especially since it was a pain to understand and control. It tended to be linked to his emotions, as it seemed many of the mutants powers tended to be. When he was mad, the obstacles he faced seemed to dissolve and suddenly he was very powerful. But no matter, Sinclair wasn't worried about that now.

What was on Sinclair's mind was whether or not that boy in the dinosaur costume would ever come out of the bathroom. So that's where his attention was, almost as if he wanted to prove Lore was lying by seeing such an event. Surely a boy Lore said was an illusion wouldn't return, right? It wasn't even that Sin wanted him to be lying, or that he had any reason to think he was. But he wasn't really sure what else to be doing or saying. He could say something else about his power, and yet, he had no interest in doing that, either. He paid little if any attention to Lore's conversation with Desi, though of course he heard the two well enough.

Desirae looked to Lore when he spoke, almost surprised that he was talking to her again. At his question she nodded.

"Yes, they're very beautiful,"She agreed, involuntarily blushing- it was light, probably hardly noticeable, and yet she could feel it warming her skin - she felt though it were the center of the universe, something that surely the entire world would see.

[Coldfire]

verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery

[/color]

Good. Every lady should have a nice pair of gloves. One of my rules. Though, not quite as high on the list as don't get caught, it's still rather important.

He replied, wild grin on his face and a rather amused glint in his eye, particularly when he noticed Sin watching the bathroom for the dinosaur boy. He let him watch for a few more moments, though, as a sort of entertainment that he quickly grew bored of. His hands found their way back into his pockets, cheshire cat smile on his face.

You know... It might satisfy your curiosity faster if you actually just go look, rather than wait and see.

He mentioned, although he was by no means saying Sin had to. No, just a mere suggestion, that was all. He was rather tempted to remake the illusion and have the boy come out, though, just to play with the other guy's mind. It would be cause for a laugh or two. But, then he'd have to murmur under his breath, and that would no doubt give him away, then it wouldn't be funny at all.

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[Sinclair]

"Rules?"Desirae questioned curiously. It seemed like an odd rule, not that it was normal for people that she knew to have rules in the first place. And even if they did, they didn't admit it, so it seemed to have the same effect for her.

Sinclair was trying his best not to laugh and seem rude. He was merely grinning, amused that Lore would say that. Of all the things to give girls. Wasn't it more conventional to offer flowers or chocolates? It made Sinclair wonder. Perhaps he was trying to impress him, perhaps he found it appealing to see girls in gloves. It was just second nature to think of the worse, most entertaining option he could think up. He wasn't going to mention that to Lore. When Lore addressed him, his interest was much more pronounced, his expression not quite as amused as before.

"No, I'm good."Sinclair stated passively."So, Desirae hasn't harassed you to join the X-Men's cause, has she?[" Sinclair had no way of knowing if he was an X-Men, Archangel, or neither. Obviously he was a mutant. Sinclair's logic, which was to ask if Desirae had tried to get him to join the X-Men, was to avoid mentioning his own affiliation. He didn't want to be the bad guy, essentially.