Scythe Meister
God of Luck and Tricks
Alaric fiddled with the hilt of his second knife, tucked away inside his jacket as he whistled and walked out from the alleyway. Him not paying attention was probably why he ended up bumping into someone as he stepped out into the light. "Ouch." He hissed as he rubbed his chest where the girl had also walked into him. Peering at her with yellow-green eyes, he noticed her pink hair first and then the defensive way in which she held herself, as if poised to fight if the moment called for it. "Don't kill her, Alaric. We've had our full for the day." Jax warned. Alaric scoffed and accidentally answered out loud. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Jeez." The lapse of judgment didn't concern him as he backed up to look at the girl properly. "You okay there? Maybe you should pay attention before walking into people. Be glad it was me and not someone else. Citizens of this city aren't all as kind as me." He joked, distantly recalling the corpse still strewn across the ground in the alleyway behind him.
@T h e F o o l
@T h e F o o l
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