The Kaosophile
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Archon
Aeron looked around the room at all the people he barely knew, he looked at the librarian that he couldn't even trust. He thought about Teri and Ferlick slow-dancing in the other room. He slowly lowered his shotgun. He reached out his hand to hers and took hold of it. Strong hold. He froze their hands over and pulled up his gun, letting the 12-gauge buckshot loose in her stomach. "You really should know better than this if you are trying to seduce people, but," Aeron said, leaning in close and then whispering with a grin on his face "You aren't my type." faster than even Aeron knew what he was doing, Aeron smacked the woman upside the head with the barrel of Fintan, with enough anger behind it that the force would have knocked a Grimm out cold. He rounded the gun on the attacker in she shadows and let loose two more shots, then swapped his tattered jacket for the coat-tailed tuxedo top from one of Scarlet's men, one without bloodstains, mind you, and stamped out into the hall. He navigated to the party room, clearing a path towards a couple talking, yanked them apart, then pulled Ferlick in close and kissed him. Aeron pulled away as the room went silent. "And now we run, Brainiac." he said, and sprinted out the front doors, shoving past security as they stood, agape. By the time any partygoers had reacted, he was halfway to shore. What in the world did I just do?
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