The Final Straw [CLOSED]
Who: Riyaz and Legato
What: Legato attacks ... a clairvoyant. NOT AS PLANNED.
Where: Eastern District
When: Wednesday night
Warnings: Character death, and a major 'oh shit' from Legato.
Inside the spare bedroom of the house owned by Aya Brea sat Legato, methodically removing his shoes as he prepared to sleep for the night. The day had been largely uneventful; he'd spent the vast majority of it making one type of pie after another, until the entire counter was covered in delicious flavors. He'd explained the action as being "soothing", when in reality, he was merely trying to keep himself occupied.
It had been some time since he'd last killed a human. A full week, actually; the last one was that blond girl who had yet to return. As he set his boots by the end of his bed, he decided that tonight would be as good a night to return to his efforts as any. It sounded like a satisfactory end to a day spent baking sweets.
Remaining perched on the edge of the bed, Legato gently clasped his left hand in his right and closed his eyes, stretching out his mind to see what humans might be nearby. Not one too close, perhaps, but there were a wide variety to choose from in this area.
What: Legato attacks ... a clairvoyant. NOT AS PLANNED.
Where: Eastern District
When: Wednesday night
Warnings: Character death, and a major 'oh shit' from Legato.
Inside the spare bedroom of the house owned by Aya Brea sat Legato, methodically removing his shoes as he prepared to sleep for the night. The day had been largely uneventful; he'd spent the vast majority of it making one type of pie after another, until the entire counter was covered in delicious flavors. He'd explained the action as being "soothing", when in reality, he was merely trying to keep himself occupied.
It had been some time since he'd last killed a human. A full week, actually; the last one was that blond girl who had yet to return. As he set his boots by the end of his bed, he decided that tonight would be as good a night to return to his efforts as any. It sounded like a satisfactory end to a day spent baking sweets.
Remaining perched on the edge of the bed, Legato gently clasped his left hand in his right and closed his eyes, stretching out his mind to see what humans might be nearby. Not one too close, perhaps, but there were a wide variety to choose from in this area.