Are You a Lion or a Sheep? (Open)

[Roi Young]

The city of Boston. It was beautiful up above, but the lower you went, the worse it looked. 

Touching down in the alleyway between two buildings, he furled his wings and tucked them as tight against his back as he could stand. He knew he would be able to blend in without his normal covering. The sky was dark and most of the people around here were too strung out or drunk to notice that he wasn’t human. 

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked from the alley, turning west and heading in that direction. He had no destination in mind, and he watched each of the people that he passed, feeling sorry for them and knowing that they had dug themselves into the holes they now resided in.

He sighed but continued to walk, wondering if there was anything that could possibly be done for the people that were here. He didn't doubt that many were already fighting to fix up the city and had been for years, but not much had changed since he'd been here last. He shrugged, not knowing much about the inner workings of human governments.

"'Lions do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep.'" He chuckled and shook his head at himself, continuing on his way.

[Algor Necros]

"Damn right they don't." Added a distinct, gravelly voice to the side. An abnormally thin figure cloaked what appeared to be a cheap, black, grim reaper robe, undoubtedly obtained from a generic Halloween store, was leaning casually against the brick wall of a business, lit cigar in one hand, plastic scythe in the other. Despite the fabric's cringe worthy material and awful design, the hood still somehow managed to obscure part of the being's face in shadow. The stranger lifted his head, ice blue eyes pierced through the darkness.

It was pretty obvious he was Reaper. The skeletal hands and face gave it away. It wasn't like Algor was trying to hide the fact he was a creepy skeleton thing among humans. All he had to do was pretend a crappy version their personification of death, and they'd buy it as the actual thing, or an amusing rendition of it, especially the people here. Great rattling bones, there was a lot of intoxicated creatures out tonight. However, he would admit, it was nice to see another supernatural out and about in a human city. He didn't have to point at them as say "You're time has come!" in a deep, foreboding voice.

Algor gave a subtle nod of acknowledgement to the winged being as a halo of wispy, smoke from his cigar rose above his hood. He totally agreed with the lion and sheep thing. His mother used to say something similar he recalled. "Opinions are like buttholes, She would say. Everyone's got one, and they all stink."

Anpu Thutmose rest her soul...

[Roi Young]

Roi whirled around when he heard someone replying to him. He hadn't realized anyone was lucid enough around here to even hear his words, let alone reply. But when he caught sight of who must've spoken, it made more sense. They were like him. Well, not quite like him, but a supernatural being. Unconsciously, Roi stepped a bit closer, trying to get a better look at the being that had spoken.

Catching sight of the bone hands and the skull that was his face, Roi gaped before shaking his head and smiling. "You may like the quote now, but I'm not sure you'd appreciate it as much if you knew just exactly where I'd gotten it from." He thought back on what it was that he'd gotten one of many favorite quotes from. A parody series online. He chuckled to himself. An immortal watching YouTube videos. It was a good joke.

He held out his hand for the reaper to shake. Truth be told, he'd never met a reaper before and he was mentally jumping to ask him all sorts of question. But he didn't want to see rude. "My name is Roi."