WhiskeyMarten
I am FangS31
HECTOR MOSES
SCENE:
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TIME:
Pre-Arc 3: September 30th, 2021 - 11pm
LOCATION:
South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hector, Milo
Elenion Aura
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”That’s an easy one. You go home.” The stranger pointed to Milo.
”We aren’t go-”
”I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to your boyfriend. You stay here and pick the broken glass off of my lot.”
”I think you’ve gotten very, very lost. You’re lucky I haven’t gutted you yet.”
”Oh we’re not lost at all. It’s all official now, we own this place. And your friends aren’t welcome.” The man took some keys out of his pocket, jangling them in front of Hector. ”You are a Phoenix, right? You can give your boss the news.”
”Hey, should you really be saying-”
”Who cares? You go home too if you’re scared of a couple Southern punks.”
”You don’t know, do you?” Hector let a sword form from his arm, holding it out for his opponents to see. The dominant of the two stepped forward. It would’ve been obvious already, but he looked a lot different to the usual South District man. He was well-groomed, and well-dressed. Expensively dressed. Not dissimilar from the average Tiger. Even the masks were elegant.
”I think I’ve found some good target dummies, Milo. How about you get back to showing off.”
”That’s an easy one. You go home.” The stranger pointed to Milo.
”We aren’t go-”
”I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to your boyfriend. You stay here and pick the broken glass off of my lot.”
”I think you’ve gotten very, very lost. You’re lucky I haven’t gutted you yet.”
”Oh we’re not lost at all. It’s all official now, we own this place. And your friends aren’t welcome.” The man took some keys out of his pocket, jangling them in front of Hector. ”You are a Phoenix, right? You can give your boss the news.”
”Hey, should you really be saying-”
”Who cares? You go home too if you’re scared of a couple Southern punks.”
”You don’t know, do you?” Hector let a sword form from his arm, holding it out for his opponents to see. The dominant of the two stepped forward. It would’ve been obvious already, but he looked a lot different to the usual South District man. He was well-groomed, and well-dressed. Expensively dressed. Not dissimilar from the average Tiger. Even the masks were elegant.
”I think I’ve found some good target dummies, Milo. How about you get back to showing off.”