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untoldmythIt was all sorts of fun to toy around with one of the ghosts which that was a doozy to think that they'd still be around. Who knew that the idiots were that tenacious to hold onto that pathetic afterlife they were doomed to. Guess that meant that the reapers had done a shitty job in setting them free. That or the big bastard in charge of the whole thing was still kicking.
Of course the prick would still be alive. That only makes this all the more important then.
He wants patiently, watching the complex to make certain that this was the right one. The reaper bitch has come and gone out of the place last few days he's checked. On the occasion his prey decides to show his face, arm in arm with her. Rip in pieces the coffee he had been holding the first time he saw him in weeks.
It was time to even the odds and right the wrongs the colossal idiot had done to him. All of the times Hargrove would use the brute as a way to keep him in line. Forcing him to be dragged back into the hellhole that was this quest to kill off a group of people he could give zero shits about in the end. Then when the asshole had decided to snap out of Hargrove's "perfect" illusion and realize who he had been. He rubs his chest, grimacing in the knowledge of the four lines that had been ripped into him.
Clambering over the top of buildings wasn't the best way to spend his afternoon but revenge? Oh ho ho now that was going to be the cherry on top of his week. Finally be able to have his freedom back and do whatever the hell he wanted without the worry of Locus snapping at his heels at any moment.
Jumping over to land lightly on the thick panes of glass, he narrows his eyes at all of the greenery in the greenhouse. Seriously? Did the guy want to be dumb gardener forever? Whatever he was going to cut that short. Finding the access panel, he slips inside and lets his demon skin drift off of him. He scrunches his nose at all of the mess and various plants before hearing the soft murmuring of the television ahead of him.
He slips through the open door, footfalls calculated and quiet as he stalks. His quarry watching a show of some kind but really he didn't care. His excitement showing with his claws returning to him as he drags them across the top of the dining room table.
"Nice digs. Sorry but I let myself in. Hope you don't mind, partner."
Of course the prick would still be alive. That only makes this all the more important then.
He wants patiently, watching the complex to make certain that this was the right one. The reaper bitch has come and gone out of the place last few days he's checked. On the occasion his prey decides to show his face, arm in arm with her. Rip in pieces the coffee he had been holding the first time he saw him in weeks.
It was time to even the odds and right the wrongs the colossal idiot had done to him. All of the times Hargrove would use the brute as a way to keep him in line. Forcing him to be dragged back into the hellhole that was this quest to kill off a group of people he could give zero shits about in the end. Then when the asshole had decided to snap out of Hargrove's "perfect" illusion and realize who he had been. He rubs his chest, grimacing in the knowledge of the four lines that had been ripped into him.
Clambering over the top of buildings wasn't the best way to spend his afternoon but revenge? Oh ho ho now that was going to be the cherry on top of his week. Finally be able to have his freedom back and do whatever the hell he wanted without the worry of Locus snapping at his heels at any moment.
Jumping over to land lightly on the thick panes of glass, he narrows his eyes at all of the greenery in the greenhouse. Seriously? Did the guy want to be dumb gardener forever? Whatever he was going to cut that short. Finding the access panel, he slips inside and lets his demon skin drift off of him. He scrunches his nose at all of the mess and various plants before hearing the soft murmuring of the television ahead of him.
He slips through the open door, footfalls calculated and quiet as he stalks. His quarry watching a show of some kind but really he didn't care. His excitement showing with his claws returning to him as he drags them across the top of the dining room table.
"Nice digs. Sorry but I let myself in. Hope you don't mind, partner."
