She slowly arched her head up towards the sky, her eyes locked on her target. The witch slowly began to check that everything was in place. Glove, boots, hair, powers. She needed to be alert and ready. This wasn't time for games and this certainly wasn't time for in accuracy. Circe had hunted this man down for months, and now, she was finally about to face the criminal. She let down her mental guard and began to send of her telepathic 'radar', focusing on which thoughts she wanted to channel. As the figure in the sky slowly started to move away from her, Circe had no option but to slowly hover towards the. Alerting your pray that you're after them is never a good thing...But desperate times call for desperate measures, right?
"Mr Mercury..." She hissed, finally being able to scan his thoughts. He was the one. And there was no doubt about it. But of course, she could not just fly straight up to the criminal and beat him to the floor. She needed a more suttle approach. And when Circe means suttle, she means the shapeshift kinda suttle. She gently tilted her head to the side, a thick cloud of purple smoke engulfing the young girl. The smoke consumed her whole, turning a rich, dark purple. White orbs surrounded the smoke, almost plucking it away from Circe and off in to the sky, the smoke soon fading in to the wind. But, the smoke had not left behind the young purple-haired teen, instead it had left a slightly older greek man, who went by the name Keanu. She had noticed the man from earlier on, the one she'd planted thoughts in to. It had been the first time she'd morphed in to a man, and felt quite..peculair.
But, putting aside the fact she was coated in the appearence of a greek man, Circe (or...Keanu), ventured off in to the sky, flying at a steady speed and making sure not to startle the man she was encountering. Before she'd reached full vision point, Circe carefully brushed her index and middle finger against her temple, her pale white skin slowly beginning to glow a soft and steady purple. The purple engulfed her eyes and projected a vivid shape of a butterfly, which sparked a deep violet color. A sign that her mental blasts were in check, and could be used when Circe wished. This was always a good sign of concentration. But, her vivid image of a butterfly quickly had to snap away with the whisping wind, as Circe came in to vision point with her target. At first, she noticed the small features about Mercury. His hair was thin and his build was quite muscular. She could tell by his flight stance and build he was a trained fighter. A very very skilled fighter. He seemed almost captivating to the witch, who met eyes with the man. "Mercury..."
Circe's lips moved quickly and swiftly. She was still in the guise of Keanu, so she didn't expect any sudden movements from the man. But, she could never be too sure. She was inches away from her target, so close yet so far. She needed to anticipate his movements, so she could find as many ways possible to hold off the target until she brought him down. "Let's talk,"
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