Thread: Caliginous Encounter [ KamisamaDoll X Sanoci]

'Reclusive' Reclusive summed up the peculiar young intellectual roaming the halls of the prestige university he belonged to. Judgmental gazes traced upon his lithe form, criticizing him in whispers, at least that was how Gerard Krueger perceived it based on his studies into obscure classes like Anthropology in the occult and witchcraft, latin, ghastly things like demonology. Most saw this lime figure embraced in typical gothic garbs like baggy pants with detachable bondage strap and a great deal of black metal eyelets all over, including a black zipper shirt with fringes and drawstring detail. Notable accessories to his bleak outfit had fingerless black gloves, chained belt with a skeletal design, rimless glasses with a crimson tint and steel toed boots this guy screamed goth from a mile away. Gerard's biological exterior provided much like his pale skin that border lined on undead, average stature, wavy dark brown hair of medium length that motioned in a slow rhythm with the autumn breeze, and green eyes flaring with animosity towards the masses. Grasping tightly onto his books, Gerard with a look of urgently started to stroll passed the horde who might as well be deemed sheep for how easily swayed they were. Conformity was an easy notion, where most believed they were struck with originality were simply cogs to an engine which was civilization. Too laborious to observe his surroundings, he chest heaved in anticipation for the plans he had for tonight. Passing the park, businesses that lingered, and people he acknowledged as living props more than individuals, the scrawny nerd finally made it back to the apartment complex. An almost inaudible groan escaped his lips, recalling the elevator was out of service and a few flights of stairs was his obstacle. Perverse thoughts cataloged from violence to sex enveloped him as a form of escapism, mustering up the needed stamina to survive the stairs with these bulky books in his possession plus his backpack. With the arduous workout defeated momentarily he rushed for his keys and tossed aside his books swiftly and slammed the door shut. Everyone was notified their neighbor was home, a man who was universally thought of as a serial killer or nut job for his level of secrecy. His little project could finally commence, feeling optimistic with what he had in store for humanity. Preparations were made in advance, conjuring up a ludicrous list of items necessary for this event. His own blood which was slowly gathered was traced in an alchemical circle, incenses were encircling the living room, outlandish symbols were drawn onto his palms, and of course the room itself was absent of anything , but the wooden floor. Dressed in a black hooded robe, Gerard set the tone with an eerie mantra repeated in Latin to make the summoning commence and bring to him an apostle of destruction. Vocat jumentum tempore convivium! Vocat jumentum tempore convivium! Vocat jumentum tempore convivium! Vocat jumentum tempore convivium! Vocat jumentum tempore convivium! Vocat jumentum tempore convivium! My forte is not in entrances, especially writing first, but hopefully this will suffice.