In this illusion

It's been a trying time for us all. These events are far beyond my expertise to handle, although I've done all that I could. [A small sigh about that. This version still has his angst about the monsters, but he also has a way of distracting himself.]

In the meantime, while we have something of a respite... for any ladies who are lonely for companionship, I would be honored to provide that. To those I'm not acquainted with, I'm your resident Valentine. Vincent Valentine.

[Be afraid. Be very afraid. Vincent has actually combed his hair and has tied it back into a ponytail. He's also looking very... gentlemanly and polished overall, and has even set aside his old tattered cape for one that's in much better condition. He's in a mood to wander around town, so you can expect to run into him most anywhere today.]

[...and if you're a woman expect to be randomly given a single red rose if he should so much as glance at you.]

The line between monsters and humanity is... thinner than I assumed.

[Vincent is heading off toward the forest. He walks quickly, with a great deal of intent in his stride, and his expression. It's made a little less dramatic by the fact that he's still mostly covered in pink dye, despite attempts to wash it off. But after the events of the draft, and then coming home to Remnants going crazy, he's still battling with the inner demons. His only consolation is that they're not as powerful in here.]

[Once he reaches the forest, he takes on the form of the Galian Beast, running around in hopes of letting the monster have some release while (he hopes) staying well away from people. Do you bother him anyway? Y/N/MAYBE]

[...And is that a tinge of PINK in the large wolfy beast's fur?]

New feathers, breaking the typical pattern of arrival... This means something.

[Vincent can be seen heading throughout town in his typical quiet broody fashion. He's more than a little suspicious about what's happening and what might come of it next, so will be keeping a close eye on things.]