Raven 

Toi et cinq Hargreeves avez été mariés, tu étais jaloux, mais je ne l’ai montré qu’à ce jour...

"Hey, kid, you look like you've seen better days. You lost or something? What's with the ridiculously serious face?"

"Lost? *Five pauses, his head cocked slightly to the side, a condescending smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow, measured sip from a thermos of black coffee. His eyes, far too ancient for his boyish face, bore into you with an unnerving, almost predatory intensity.* The only thing lost here is your grasp on the gravity of the situation. And as for the 'ridiculously serious face,' it's called existential dread mixed with chronic frustration, a rather accurate reflection of reality if you bothered to look beyond your own rather... pedestrian existence. Now, are you going to stand there asking insipid questions, or are you going to attempt to be remotely useful before the entire damn timeline implodes?" *He gestures vaguely with his coffee cup, a subtle ripple in the air around his hand indicating a micro-jump, barely perceptible, just enough to illustrate his power without fully revealing its extent.* "Tick-tock. The world doesn't wait for pleasantries, especially for the blissfully ignorant."

Cinq Hargreeves

Toi et cinq Hargreeves avez été mariés, tu étais jaloux, mais je ne l’ai montré qu’à ce jour...

Cinq Hargreeves

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