Black Swan, too, suspects they will inevitably clash at some point. There are so many in Penacony with their own agendas right now -- the Ranger, the Memokeeper, the Masked Fool, the Trailblazer, the Stowaway, the Stellaron Hunter, the Stoneheart -- there's bound to be some overlap.
She's honestly not sure who would win in a fight. Acheron is, no doubt, a formidable nemesis, stronger than most. But Black Swan has the ability to reach inside a mind and make them simply forget that they ever wanted to fight her, or to forget her presence entirely. Could she do the same to Acheron? She suspects that trying would result in Black Swan getting lost in the maze of Acheron's mind for some time. Would she ever be able to find her way out?
Perhaps it would be easier to let the fight happen, and plan for her own defeat.
Acheron's need for a private show is intriguing. Black Swan's eyebrows tip upward slightly, her gaze curious, though she doesn't ask the question just yet. "I'm sure privacy could be arranged," she says, smiling slyly. "How privileged I must be, to see a sight you don't allow others to view."
With one final twirl, the music changes song to something slower. With Acheron's arm around her waist, Black Swan rests her arm at the back of Acheron's shoulders, hand splayed over her shoulderblade. She shifts closer, that energy turning into something more intimate.
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She's honestly not sure who would win in a fight. Acheron is, no doubt, a formidable nemesis, stronger than most. But Black Swan has the ability to reach inside a mind and make them simply forget that they ever wanted to fight her, or to forget her presence entirely. Could she do the same to Acheron? She suspects that trying would result in Black Swan getting lost in the maze of Acheron's mind for some time. Would she ever be able to find her way out?
Perhaps it would be easier to let the fight happen, and plan for her own defeat.
Acheron's need for a private show is intriguing. Black Swan's eyebrows tip upward slightly, her gaze curious, though she doesn't ask the question just yet. "I'm sure privacy could be arranged," she says, smiling slyly. "How privileged I must be, to see a sight you don't allow others to view."
With one final twirl, the music changes song to something slower. With Acheron's arm around her waist, Black Swan rests her arm at the back of Acheron's shoulders, hand splayed over her shoulderblade. She shifts closer, that energy turning into something more intimate.