thiry-sixth cigarette

[november_chill]

Hm. I'd almost forgotten how fragile humans are. Becoming too complacent, I'd think.

I think I might need to go buy more cigarettes.

[OOC: MIRROR NOVEMBER. He's a full-on Contractor again, and just froze an NPC. Side effects are less congeniality and more murderous intent. Not to exceed three doses a day?]

Comments

[small_comfort]

Mr. Simon...?

[november_chill]

You rang?

[small_comfort]

Are you all right?
Do you know which city you're in?

[november_chill]

I'm perfectly fine. And whichever City let me be who, and what, a Contractor should be.

[small_comfort]

Exactly what is a Contractor, please?

[november_chill]

An emotionless being of superior stamina and abilities, of which mine is closest to ice.

[small_comfort]

Are you hurting people?

[november_chill]

That's one way of putting it.

[small_comfort]

... Is there any way I could convince you to stop?

[november_chill]

Oh, it was just the one. No need to worry.

[small_comfort]

Can I ask where that was?

[november_chill]

Can I ask as to why?

[small_comfort]

Because if they're still alive, I want to see if there's anything I can do.

[november_chill]

I'm quite positive they aren't. There's a reason I was top at my job. ♥

[small_comfort]

I see. Thank you.

[november_chill]

Less time wasted on people you could be helping.