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It's late afternoon and the skate park is half empty. The smooth concrete surface is dotted with skaters performing tricks, the rhythmic hum of their wheels mixing with the occasional crack of boards hitting the pavement.
Aster sits on the ledge near the park's entrance, holding a chilled drink in one hand—vodka and sparkling water—tasting more like something she might drink in a saloon than a skate park. She swirls the drink lazily, her thoughts more focused on the reflections in the cool liquid than the people around her. Her legs dangle off the ledge, boots tapping against the concrete, but it’s all more for the motion than any real sense of rhythm.
Her eyes wander over the skaters: a couple of teenagers showing off with flips and spins, an older man cruising along slowly, trying to keep up with the younger crowd. There’s an air of speed, thrill, and unspoken competition—an energy Aster can’t quite connect with at the moment.
She lets out a quiet sigh, more out of habit than any real frustration.
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Valencia chugged the last few drops of her beer before tipping the empty can into a trash bin and letting out a whoop, her hoverboard zooming faster through the air. A long skirt dotted with brightly-colored flowers in yellows, oranges, pinks, and greens whipped behind her, while her dark hair ran wild and free out from under a severely-mismatched helmet of sky blue. Her backpack slammed against her spine, but she paid it no mind, a grin split across her face as the gold in her eyes glinted.
This had to be one of her favorite parts of her days, when she could make it slide into her schedule. Whenever she had an earlier shift at the bar, she'd come here afterwards, blow off some steam if there was any in the first place. Air zipping by her cheeks, stinging against her eyes, tangling in her curls: her blood rushed with a sense of adrenaline every time. Now, she narrowed her eyes and moved her board up one of the ramps, cheering when she did a flip that made her stomach turn and her heart soar.
She'd practiced years to get that right, and she'd be damned if she was ever going to leave a hoverboard session without doing at least one or two, black boots firmly planted on the board. Falling was a part of learning, but Valen was really glad she hadn't taken a major tumble in a few months.
"Heya, good afternoon!" She called to the teenagers as she zoomed past them with a wave. A bright pink T-shirt stood out beneath her black leather jacket, which flapped open as she moved, while she gripped the straps of her backpack and made her way up another ramp. Her head spun slightly from the alcohol, but at least she'd been smart enough to eat something first, so she wasn't as tipsy as she could have been.
"Are you gonna teach us that trick yet?" One of the teens called, and Valen arched a brow and made a sharp turn with the boar to head back towards them.
"Yeah! You said you'd teach us like, three days ago," another added, leaning against a trashcan with their board in one hand and the other propped on their hip.
"I've had night shifts," Valen protested, but when the teens glared at her, she rolled her eyes but nodded. "Fine. Fine." She lead them over to the ramp, and began to break down the mechanics of what she was doing. Maybe a part of why something like this came more naturally to her was the way it not only distracted her, but was because she had sat down and worked on understanding the mechanisms behind the boards, how to best use them to your advantage. And because some of them were made of metal, and with a few simple spells and Valen's affinity for manipulating such material, maybe she cheated.
Sometimes.
(oh guh lemme fix it whoops. will respond after dinner)
(also I haven't RP'd in like over a year so I hope you don't mind the smaller responses)
((no problem! take your time! and no its really okay))
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All around Aster was the wheels against concrete, the swooshes of air, and the excited chatter of a few skaters filled the space. But it was her—the blur of color zipping past—that had caught Aster’s attention.
She was… oh she was something else. The wild, untamed energy that this girl carried with her was magnetic. That bright, mismatched helmet. The skirt flaring behind her as she spun through the air. Aster tilted her head, amused by the sight of the girl darting back and forth like she was born for the chaos of it all. Aster couldn’t help but watch as she executed flips and turns, her movements smooth but full of that raw, lived-in edge.
Maybe she wasn’t the biggest fan of hoverboards—too loud, too fast—but the confidence this girl exuded? That was something Aster could appreciate. And she didn't take an easy liking to people usually.
She wasn’t used to seeing many people out here who didn’t look like they were trying to be something they weren’t. This girl? She was owning it. Even the way she interacted with the teens—there was something effortlessly charismatic about her. Aster’s lips twitched in an approving smile.
It wasn’t until she zoomed past her again, greeting the teens with an easy "Heya," that Aster got up. She stretched her legs and walked closer to the ramp, keeping her distance for now, but not hiding the curiosity in her eyes. The teens were leaning in, hanging on every word as the girl explained her trick. Aster leaned against one of the posts, arms crossed, her smile still lingering as she tried to listen.
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Nerves pinched at her stomach, and she found her fist stuffed between her teeth being gnawed on at one point before she removed it and stuffed it into the front pocket of her jacket instead. Thankfully, each of the kids had a helmet, but it didn't meant they'd be unharmed if they missed, or their board decided not to really cooperate. So, as each went, her dark eyes remained focused, her hands at the ready to cast a small spell to assist them if need be, her affinity with wind and air rising up inside her with ease, ready to keep the kids aloft if they started to plummet.
As she worked with them, watched their grins and shouts, the way they jostled one another with excitement when they completed it, then sent thanks her way before running off when the time got a little later, boards under their arms, a heaviness settled into her chest. This was another reason Valen had avoided the teens despite really loving this; the memory of three faces surfaced, but she gritted her teeth and tried to shove it away. Could she have done this for them? Could I still? Maybe. It wasn't a hundred percent out of the question, she figured, and that thought had to be enough to--she startled when one of the teens, last to leave the park, asked for one more tip, and she gave it to him without a hesitation, forcing a smile.
For many people, forced smiles were tense, strained, but for Valen, at least in this case, it became genuine when she watched his face light up and as he attempted and succeeded in the trick. "Nice job!" She called, and held up her fist.
Grin as bright as the cheeriest day up in Voxthain, the kid gave her a fist-bump in return. "Thanks, V!" He called, before jogging off after his friends.
"See ya later, work on those tricks. Supervised!" She yelled after him, her words echoing around her in the underground city. She winced a little, shaking her head, and snorted softly. As if I was supervised, she thought. If her father had seen her do any of this, he'd have lost it. Ah, well. Just another reason to keep it up, for all he was concerned. He'd been essentially pushed out of Council with how much of a butt he'd been, so really, his opinion meant nothing to her.
As she watched the kids run off, a small pinch in her chest and her eyes glistening with the overhead lights illuminating the hoverboard park, Valencia caught sight of someone else leaning against a post. Someone who had most certainly been not doing that a mere few moments ago. Unless, of course, Valen had not been paying attention, which was entirely possible given she had been too focused on the adrenaline rush and then the impatient teenagers.
But really, wasn't this the same girl who had been on the ledge only a few moments ago, looking bored out of her mind? Honestly, she hadn't paid that much attention to whoever she had zipped past eagerly on her way here, though the shock of pale blond, almost white, hair was enough to at least have her eighty-three...no, okay, fine, seventy-six percent sure it was the same girl.
She met her gaze head on and arched a dark brow, reaching up without thinking to unclasp the helmet. "Hey there," she called out, a smirk tugging at her lips. The girl was...okay, familiar, sure, she couldn't put a finger on why, though, but also...staring. Hmm. Attractive? Attractive enough, sure. And hah, Valen knew she was, thank you. The woman pulled the helmet off and sighed, a deep sound, and dropped it to the ground with a clunk. She reached up and rubbed at her scalp, her black-brown curls tangling and sweaty from her shift at the saloon and then wearing the helmet. "Damn, these things really squeeze your head, hah. Dunno why I even wear one, though..." She glanced down at it and shrugged. "Color pops, so, fashion? Anyway."
Valen rolled her neck out and slung her hoverboard under her arm. The thing was a bright magenta, more purple in some lights and a deep pink in others. "How long have you been standing there? Like what you see or something?" She asked, walking the line between flirty and genuinely curious what the woman had been doing, watching her with the teenagers. Unsure if she should be wary, Valen worked on making it unclear if she was...exactly flirting or not. Honestly, what was familiar about the blonde would click later, her being a Councilor and all, but Valen tended to give Asterath's Councilors a general wider berth after her father.
She had no issue flirting, or even being friendly without the flirting, but if the woman was watching the teens and acting like a creep, no thanks, Valen would zip out of here as soon as possible. But, something about the more-genuine smile on her face made Valen inclined to think the girl wasn't meaning anyone any harm, and so she did return the grin, this time a small friendly glint in the gold of her eyes.
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Aster had been so lost in the rhythm of the park—the squeak of wheels, the hum of excitement filling the space—when the voice cut through the buzz like a lightning strike, startling her as she slightly rocked back on her feet.
“Hey there,” the girl called, arching a brow as she approached.
Aster cleared her throat and blushed as she rightened herself. She blinked, straightening more as the woman peeled off her helmet, shaking out wild curls that clung damply to her skin. There was something so effortless about the whole thing, from the way she shrugged off the helmet like it was nothing to the ease with which she carried herself, all confidence and raw energy.
Aster couldn’t quite help the amused smile her lips gave away. It wasn’t often she found someone who was unapologetically themselves in the way this woman was. She could feel the shift in the air as their gazes met.
“I was just—” Aster started, her voice a wobbly and more quiet than she’d intended as her eyes flicked from the girl’s face to her hoverboard. She coughed a little to try to get rid of the awkward pause. “I was just watching you with the kids. Pretty good at what you do.” She kept her arms crossed, still leaning against the post, but her smile had softened, like she was genuinely interested. “You’ve got some serious skills.”
Aster knew she hadn’t exactly been subtle, but she wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things, especially when someone stood out like this. No fake praise, no extra flirting (not that she wasn't gonna, don't get her wrong) —just the truth. This girl had something about her, something that made Aster pay attention.
"But I do suppose you caught me," Aster admitted with a soft laugh, her gaze flicking over the girls disheveled curls and the magenta hoverboard under her arm. "I've been here a while, but you caught my eye here recently. I’m not used to seeing someone make the chaos look so charming." She let her voice drop a touch lower, her eyes locking with hers in a way that suggested she wasn't entirely talking about the tricks or the skate park anymore, adding a wink along with it.
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"Oh." At this, she arched a brow and shrugged one shoulder, glancing back over it briefly towards where the kids had gone. Her smile turned slightly wistful as that tug, that threatening darkness, came back, swiftly pushing on the edges of her heart, but she shoved it down like usual, drawing her attention back to the girl before her, the way the neon lights of Asterath, the deep blues and bright purples, neon oranges and pinks, painted her white hair in streaks of stained glass. It was lovely. "I mean, thanks. I like it, been helping them for a bit. This park," she added, gesturing around them, "has always been a pretty fun space. I've been hoverboarding since I was younger." She tapped one of her fingers against the hoverboard--an electric blue with dark blue edges, not matching the skirt at all, but somehow going well with her blue helmet despite none of the shades being the same. Valen, too, felt something change when her eyes met the other girls'; something shivered up her spine, but it broke when they began speaking once more. It left her feeling a little dizzy, but Valencia was used to feeling impacted by attractive people and adrenaline still whizzing through her veins like a rushing stream after she did something exciting. She pushed through it.
At that, Valen found her own lips twitching up into a smirk, and she reached one finger up to her curls, flicking back a stray one, the bright magenta on the tip of her nails a flash of color against her dark hair. "I suppose I did. Though, can't say the same, I've been here for awhile, as previously mentioned, but I guess I've never noticed you. Rather," she added, changing the inflection in her own voice as well, taking a step closer, "we probably just never crossed paths. Different timing, and all that. Gotta say, glad we did." Despite never having met this woman before, the compliment flushed the woman down to her toes, and the barest hint of a pale pink--like the gentlest color of roses--flushed against her darker skin, from her cheeks to her ears. She could feel it, the heat crossing her face, but she didn't look away.
No, Valen never did. She had quite a habit of flirting, of getting around, and she honestly enjoyed most of it. Now, she had her limits, her standards, but this was, most of the time, fun and games to her. "Well, I appreciate that. Sometimes, I rather like the chaos, you know? Makes me feel alive." She tipped her head back, shaking her hair out one more time. Sometimes, she wished she was in Voxthain simply because of fresh air--underground cities could get so stifling and hot--but she'd not survive a day in that wolf's den, and Asterath had and always would be home. Bringing her gaze back to the girl with unusual white hair, she did wonder how she'd never seen her before. White hair on young people wasn't common--she stood out, in a sense.
Valen closed the last few gaps between the, not dropping her eye contact now as she set her hoverboard down with care. As much as she loved her rowdy tricks and dangerous stunts, she would hiss if the board got even a scratch on it. She nudged it once with her booted foot, then shifted her weight. "And I take it you're, what, out here to contemplate life and find...someone...to make you feel alive? Like," she added, a teasing grin flickering across her face, "a pretty girl teaching you lessons on a hoverboard, maybe? Or you want an invite to a bar?"
There was something about this woman that still intrigued her...and it was a little unnerving, maybe. Just that she had been at this park, watching people, in the first place. There was nothing inherently wrong with that, but did most people flirt with others they met at hoverboard parks within five seconds of eye contact? No, but Valen, again, didn't quite mind, and sometimes she'd do the same. But you could never be too careful. Still, she'd be lying if she said she found herself wanting to leave now.
leaving this here ; I'm gonna go offline/ghost for a bit cause life's been hard yeah. feel free to rp with someone else, I'm really sorry.
It’s honestly fine, I’m also really not doing well so I don’t entirely have the energy for some things either, so I get it. I’m so sorry things are hard right now and I hope you feel better soon. Again, no worries
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Victor Hamill Augustus
| The Hoverpark | Two Days After The Alleyway Accident |
Cries of children of all ages rang around him. A little boy flew in front of him on a hoverboard and up a ramp a few feet away. The kid failed, landed on his head, and started screaming immediately. The sound was wrenching, loud, and very disturbing to the uncomfortable peace of the park. Viper backed away from the accident staying out of the way of the kids that rushed over to the scene. The muffled whispers of wonder and worry filled the air.
"What was he thinking?"
"Is he okay?"
"Isn't he far too young to try a stunt like that?"
All of them reached Viper's ears but each was brushed away. He refused to engage in conversation as he moved to a new less populated side of the park. It was less cover then what he'd once had but it would do. Currently, Viper was in a state of hiding. Following his accident with the high ranking snake in the alleyways two days (or nights) ago, he'd embraced staying undercover and watching things play out from afar.
Two days at the hoverpark had allowed for great time in his mind. Processing his actions and thinking through every step was always his lifeline. Now, he understood every way he'd messed up. Firstly, at the overlook, he'd tried to be something he wasn't-- a human-- and his attempts rather then attack had led to his failure. After his outrage from the failure he'd gotten too far into his mind and became wreckless. In a desperate attempt to prove himself Viper had ended up in the alleyways where everything had gone wrong. He'd spoken too much, let his walls down, and trusted someone he shouldn't have. Nobody but yourself is trustworthy. That was the valuable lesson he'd finally learned. Nobody, not family, not friends, not strangers, not even snakes, are trustworthy.
Observing in the hover park had given him a very different outlook. Everything that he'd seen so far was normal. The whispers that had been carried in the wind from the part of the city controlled by his gang contained nothing of the secrets that he'd mentioned two days prior. The unexpectedness had nearly knocked him off his feet when he finally understood that his rant in the alley was safe. Whoever it had been, had kept his mouth shut. Viper squeezed his eyes shut and his photographic memory brought back the image of the snake tattoo. There were a few discrepancies in the tattoo, darker spots almost as if trying to kill the snake. Was his mind remembering correctly or was he just misimagining? Seeing the tattoo again or seeing one similar would fix the image perfectly in his mind. Sadly, that meant Viper would have to go back to face his...
"Oh... Look who it is..."
Neon spray paint never suited the hover park very well. Better options contained any shade of green, or plain black for that matter. Repainting the park took too much effort and too much paint though. Nobody had ever jumped on his requests to repaint and remodel the park into a Serpentine temple. Reality was damning, especially when a dream is destroyed. Somehow though, every time he passed the park the image grappled right back to him.
Today there was a commotion. People running every which way. Injuries here and there, some severe some just scrapes. Kids of all ages playing on hoverboards traded for by their parents sweat and tears. Spoiled assholes. Luxury was not a life that was granted to all. Fame was a whole different stunt. Life in the gang however was exactly what everyone needed. A hierarchy based of personal effort and skill with no mommy or daddy's baby being spoiled to death.
Jet black swept past him. Not just black, a black cloak that was worn by a shady man watching over the park while staying in the shadows. The obviousness of the realization hit him. Recognition. Viper. More properly, Victor Hamill Augustus. A nasty feeling filled his gut. The snake had been the best of the best, a child to rich parents and famous. One day, karma had struck and a career ending injury had ended everything. The satisfaction of seeing Viper struggle at the bottom of the snake hierarchy instead of amongst the babies fighters was immense. Karma at it's finest.
Opportunities rarely presented themselves but when they did, rejecting them wasn't the answer. He embraced the opportunity. "Oh..." he growled walking up behind the lowlife of a snake, "Look who it is..." His voice was deep and gruff. Youth had treated him unexpectedly well with what would attract girls, sadly the ladies were all too touchy for his liking. Distance and control had always suited him better. "Hiding from your helpless reality?" he finally asked slowly trailing around to walk to stand in front of the shocked Viper. Masking his emotions was a skill that had become impressive to even him. Viper excelled at that. Medics argued that it was an injury that damaged his brain but such a thing was a lie used to manipulate and control. Falling for those lies was for the weak. And Serac wasn't weak.
"Hiding from your helpless reality?"
Life was frozen like a stone. Viper couldn't move from his shock. He'd finally been found. Finally been caught. It was about time, he'd spent almost a day and a half in the hover park quite close to serpentine territory. Not getting caught for so long was impressive. Gang patrols had been quite vigorous at one point. Had such efforts died down at some point? Was his family-- no they weren't his family, they we're his bullies-- dying? The prospect didn't bother him besides the tiny thought of what he'd do if he didn't have the gang.
Hiding. Yes, he'd absolutely been hiding. But he'd also been scouting, listening, learning, and thinking. Everything he'd neglected. Now he was a fresh slate and ready to begin new. He was ready to make a kill. He was ready to not be helpless.
"Why would I be hiding?" he asked avoiding eyes contract while choosing to answer a question with another question. A questionable choice.pun intended XD.
Hood up, face down. He made sure that seeing his face would take some effort. Having committed plenty of crimes, he was a wanted man. Not like he'd ever be caught. Personally, he'd honed and mastered the art of blending in and hiding. The useless Viper of a snake he faced was quite the opposite.
"Ohh... Perhaps because you failed to kill a little girl a couple days back?" Serac teased as a menacing chuckle rippled though his body. "You're so pathetic. How is a snake ever fended off by a little girl?" The facts were less then some would like but considering that Viper had come down from the overlook bleeding and exhausted and also in a hurry one assumption could be made: the snake'd been bested. More damning evidence was the little girl who came down quite quickly, sweeping through the crowds before anyone got a great look at her. Still, it was obvious that it was a woman.
A tingle ran up his spine as he heard the reality spoken. He had indeed failed to kill the girl, but she'd been a little wolf. She'd bitten back by shooting him in the arm. It was a wound he still had healing under a bandage beneath his cloak.
"She was a little wolf. It was fun to watch her fight. In the end I decided I wanted to see if I could catch her again." A complete bluff came from his mouth. The lie came with such ease that his heart didn't even race and his breath did hitch. "We all love a good chase. You know that, Serac," he whispered as he watched the children beginning to skate across the Hoverpark again. The injured child was gone and the blood was dried to just be a stain in the concrete.
A little wolf. An interesting way to describe a young girl. He hadn't met her but he was sure a woman couldn't be too dangerous. They were just toys to be played with. It was fun watching them play. The women in Club Serpentine could bite for sure, but why would a woman not be in the club if she could bite? It made no sense. "If she can bite, why didn't you bring her back? She'd make good use."
A good chase. That did sound fun. Causing terror and torture was a fun way to reek havoc. He reached into his cloak to pull out a cigar and lit it with magic as he said, "You're right on that. Wanna let me join that chase?" He breathed out smoke into Vipers face.
Smoke filled the air and he fought back a cough. He’d never taken well to the putrid smell. His lungs closed in on him as if fighting his entire body. He gave him tucking his head and coughing violently a couple times. When he stopped, the smoke had cleared. “Keep that nasty thing away from me.”
The true question was if he’d ever actually see that woman again. She’d felt different, as if she was hiding something. Maybe it was that she was a tourist from Voxthain. “Pretty sure she’s from Voxthain, so it will be hard to find her again.” Hard, not impossible. A chase to catch prey wasn’t what Viper seeked though. He wanted one thing, and one thing only: blood (and maybe death).
A chuckle lit his throat. The joy he had from making others suffer. WAtching the violet coughing of Viper and hearing the putrid sound was like music to his ears. “Fine.” He breathed out more smoke in the direction opposite of Viper’s face. He would have made him cough violently again, relistened to the opera, but that would cause for a very difficult conversation.
“Oh, a better hunt.” He was the type to do hitman jobs. Take the information people gave him and kill for a price. The price varied: it could be dirt cheap, or it could cost your life. Really just depended on his mood and the difficulty. The experience from his work on killings meant that killing a little girl, or wolf, was like a treat. “If your too wimp then I’ll take it. Plus, she won’t escape from me.”
“Who mentioned a wimp?” Viper asked coldly. He just killed for fun. Spotted people who looked gangly, cool, drunk, etc and just stabbed them till they died. It was the only thing that made him truly feel. And the satisfaction and pride was very addicting. “I just prefer plain old murder.”
The girl was not really in his interest anymore. If she was brought back or if he saw her again he’d kill her on sight. But really, he didn’t care. He would just cover the failure with blood and lifeless bodies. A tiny thought in his mind whispered and he smirked, “Just don’t fail to kill her yourself. That would be quite embarrassing." He chuckled.
Plain old murder. Nothing was really wrong with it. It removed bodies from the cramped ass cave they lived in. It got rid of members of rival gangs. It caused beautiful chaos. “Just don’t fail at the murder then.” It was one last jab at him as they were wrapping up. He’d been given the beautiful task of hunting and killing the little wolf girl. Of course, it came at a price once he succeeded: Viper’s life. That wasn’t important until the job was complete though. “I don’t fail,” he told Viper with a smirk. “I’m not as pathetic as you.”
“Eh, pathetic enough to not be able to pick your own targets,” Viper said, taking a shot back at him. It felt good to fight back with biting words. “And pick how you kill them.” Hitmen were told what to do, they didn’t pick what to do. Viper knew he had more freedom as a murderer. He could stab, strangle, choke, shoot, gut, bash, or even torture whoever he wanted. Including Serac if the asshole got on his nerves enough.
He blew smoke into Viper’s face enraged. How dare he? “I’m killing for a reason instead of pleasure,” he shot back. It was a weak-ended reply. Everyone in Serpentine killed for pleasure. It was obvious. Viper had won the word battle.
“I’ll kill the girl. You have your own fun,” he told the snake as he made his retreat. A smirk covered his face as he added, “And don’t fail this time.” He spun and stalked away with another breath of smoke from his cigar.
That bastard. Watching him stalk away like a gift granted by god. Ugh! The asshole was iritating. At least he’d ended up winning the argument. It was the only positive thing that had come from the situation.
He cuoldn’t hide anymore. Serac would expose his hiding places and his cover would be blown. The dude has a mouth like no other. Talking till the world ended. He had a terrible superiority complex as well. Viper had never liked him. Now, he had more of a reason to hate him since he was exposing a couple of secrets he’d been trying to hide. Too late now to go back.
The cheers of the children pulled him back to reality. He’d gotten so wound up in the conversation (or argument) that he’d completely tuned out everything around him. The park was back in action after the accident. Kids were hovering around trying flips on every surface. They all kept showing off, mostly failing, but the successful ones were impressive. Especially since Viper sucked at using hoverboards. He much prefered walking. His body was more reliable then wonky technology.
Making his way to the edge of the park he considered the agreement between him a Serac. Something was off about it but he couldn’t pin what. Serac was going to hunt and kill the girl, probably to cause great embarassment to him. That was the ‘hit payment’ right? Was that even a hit? Since there wasn’t a price surely it was just a kill for pure pleasure… He hoped.
Stepping off the edge of the park, he glanced behind him and sighed. It was time to face his reality. The one where he would be mocked for failing a murder. And the one where he’d raged at someone he believed would be a terrifying snake (but that didn’t seem so true). There was sadly, only one way to find out.
((end of rp finally!)
