[Allelujah's walking back from where he works, having picked up his week's salary, when he notices he's being followed. He walks slightly faster, but whomever's following him is apparently not deterred. As he's passing a slightly less well-lit and less heavily policed area, the guy catches up to him and slams him against a wall.
'Gimme the cash you got in your wallet.'
Allelujah spins around and goes to punch the guy in the jaw, but the punk's got a knife, and slashes at his arm. The Meister pauses for a second, shakes his head, and now his other eye is the one that's visible.
The gold-colored eye.
... Yeah, pretty much the punk's not going to be doing anything with his arms or legs anytime soon.]
[Oh hi Template. Have a rather crazed-looking Meister on your second level. Please to be noting the maddened expression and the fact that his hair is now covering his grey eye, revealing his gold eye for all to see.]
[Also have some batshit laughter.]
Eh, Allelujah! I was wondering when I would get to play!~ You need to be more careful about where you walk at night~ you might get hurt.
Template, right? Who here wants to have some fun?