Mystic Pandemonium Logs

One of the perks of being a slight male with fine features was that Arsine had great experience passing as a female, something that came in handy often when hiding in a crowd, avoiding Ganimard and Holmes, as well as hiding most of what he had stolen under the voluminous skirts women of his time employed.

Finding himself apparently over a century into the future, Arsine was even more eager to indulge in this past time, adjusting to the new fashions and trappings. It was...odd, to see so many bare legs and torso's...not that Arsine was complaining...much.

He leaned against a wall, waiting for Robin to arrive at their pre-arrange meeting point, taking a long drag from the cigerette he had purchased from a kid on the street corner (and when had they started requiring ID for tobacco?!). He flicked the ash off the end, examining he nails for a moment, realizing he would need to find someone to manicure them after the last job.

He pushed his long black hair over his shoulder before taking another drag, savoring the taste of the flavored tobacco.