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hindley would make a great bloodfiend.

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Hindley, drunk, depressed. apatheteic, a hit pathetic. see's a sign-

"La...Mancha land?"

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"Massacre?...why would it matter if their all dead. All these people are just....trash. trying to take this reliable medicine away from me...."

"It would be better if they were all dead...but I can't finish the job...."

Like many things, he half ass it, though he had no intention of actually killing anyone and wanted to drink in peace. It was just these group of people who wanted to make it into a problem to begin with.

WHAT A DISPLAY THIS WAS, the scene unfolding how it has many times before. what had stopped her was noticing the bodies, though it seemed she found the source: one tipsy man who saw the drink as some kind of ambrosia meant for him.

❝ Chill out. I'm not here to take your alcohol. ❞ whether or not he believed her was another story. ❝ The clutter of bodies, however... that's what brought me here. Was trying to make sure I wasn't walking in on some massacre, you know? ❞

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Catherine.

His sister came to mind, ungrateful and full of selfishness that even he could not comprehend. Only because she is beautiful and kind, that people accept it. It is something that Hindley had kept mostly to himself because Catherine is harmless...by herself.

"I'm going to drink more, you want to come?"

"Respected by the public or not, that sort of thing can quickly go out the window the moment someone finds you doing something they don't like- moral or not."

She fiddled with her hair, looking to the side for a bit as if thinking about something- remembering something but not bringing it up. It wasn't 'out there' and she would keep her mouth shut until Ashino was ready to talk about it. Not that it was going to happen so long as Aschlyn was in this world.

At that moment, she felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

"...Ain't that the truth."

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hindley in a much better mental space watching people fight with popcorn in hand.

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If anything, seeing the other had made Hindley hug the bottle of whiskey even tighter, despite the unconscious bodies around him who tried to get his alcohol.

"Its my bottle.... I'm not giving anything..."

It seems he's a bit tipsy already.

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hindley is gong to be more outgoing this month since he's mildly out of his funk. of dying

cap at four

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hindley is just going to watch for now, but have a none event starter call or somthing. i'm out of juice in my head

cap at four.

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hindley is just going to watch for now, but have a none event starter call or somthing. i'm out of juice in my head

cap at four.

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small starter call!!!! cap at 3

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"...No, fixers are generally respected by the public. Most of her enemies are...gone."

red mist, as it were. though thats as far as the public knowledge goes. Knowing who were the most powerful fixers is effective, sure their service is very difficult to get, even those who are super rich. But ...

"But even death comes to the strongest people... "

He shoves the water bottle more into his face, feeling a bit of a chill for some reason. Talking about dead people, especially in a place like the city could only invite trouble. Especially fixers, like they could come back anytime.

Ah, so it was a literal title. How many people do you have to punch to get a crazy nickname like that? "Huh, they sound pretty strong. With a title like that, I wouldn't be surprised if they probably wanted to lay down low. After all, when someone gives you a moniker like that, it's a sign you'll be forever hunted until someone beats or kills you."

Like Death Hunter. Aschlyn couldn't count how many times her and Ashino have been hunted down on purpose by Tergiversators who found out about them and wanted to nip it in the bud before all of them were dead.

"So typical stuff. A lot of people like powerful, strong, and cool things whether it's because it's interesting or because it's entertaining."

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To be fair Hindley was also dead ass drunk and full of hatred, vitriol and other such things. But without that certain person in the near vicinity, one would assume Hindley would be a more better person to be around. Scratch that, without the influence of a certain rabbit boss, Hindley is a better person...to be around.

"Huh. I'm serious, are you one of the people that owe me money?"

What? ...After everything they've went too? Just... what? Dante isn't sure if they have a shred of kindness in them towards the one who afflicted on onslaught of terrible treatment towards someone near and dear to them.

< You're joking, right? >

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"...Head of a clock... Did the city steal someone from T-Corp, your prosthetic looks similar to a few people that owe me money."

It seems he doesn't recognize Dante, though to be fair a prosthetic like that is a bit more common in a place where time was kept.

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The water is cool and it calmed down his nerves. It helped with his migraine since most of his enhancements ...made it go away faster, the pain, the alcohol. Despite everything he's a enhance human without training, his body is still enhanced.

Meaning there are things that he could do that most humans could not without some intense training.

"Red mist...was a famous ...person, I think in the city. Every person they punched...turned into red mist."

Which spoke volumes of the strength they had. It was a ongoing topic in school since they disappeared so fast, so suddenly. Nothing that happened after that, no one knew where she went.

He grabs the water bottle, holding it against his head to stave off further ludicrous thoughts.

"It was what all the boys in school talked about, who was the strongest, the fastest..."

"...Red mist?" Aschlyn raised an eyebrow at the words, guiding the tipsy man over to a bench and easing him down. The guy was probably more out of it than he looked, and the way he talked and looked, simple observation all pointed to being an otherworlder like she was and probably came in around the same time or close.

"I guess this person must be pretty prominent to leave an influence on you even in a drunken state, huh. Hah, they kinda sound like my partner- with long blood-red hair and more dangerous than anything I've ever encountered...at least until you see what's behind that mask." She was mostly talking at him rather to him for a minute before thinking.

Aschlyn got up for a second and went over to the vending machines that were located around, tapping a bottle of chilled water to the drunken man's forehead. "Here, you're probably dehydrated from all that too."

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Hindley could have refused the offer to help, but his head is dizzy and wobbly and all of that at the same time. Despite being a functioning alcoholic, he rarely becames too much when drunk. Simply mororse and a bit stupid. After all when your blood is more alcohol at this point right now, its usual for him to be leaning on walls to stave off falling into the pit, or trash cans. [not the first time]

"...K."

"Red...Red Mist, Red hair like red mist..."

Of course as a child, he knew of famous people who had red hair. But having a very blurred vision of what red is.

He falls without much grace to any seat that they find. Head drooping side ways.

"Wh-hey, are you alright?!" Aschlyn was surprised when seeing the guy suddenly collapse over to the walls, moving over to support him so he didn't fall right on his ass. Drunk or not it'd probably sting.

"I don't know if it's because you're drunk or not, but you're acting like this is the first time you've ever seen color." Then again, there were some people who were colorblind...but could the Stars REALLY fix something like that just from meddling with people? That felt a little too dystopian for her tastes.

"Hold on, let's get you to a seat or something before you fall over into trash."

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It was unusual for someone like Hindley, who even if he was born rich. Had not exposed himself to the world of natural colors ever since he was born. The rich could afford to see colors, buy colors. But it was still something that was rare to see in such a vibrant state of being.

"....It red."

Famous words there.

"Not brown, not dull red. Just...red."

He falls over to the walls.

Aschlyn was adjusting her hair, the barret that held it up normally in between her teeth as she did so. Sometimes the effort just made her want to slice it down to her neck- but she'd get pestered for doing so. You don't see a lot of people with as crimson color as that.

The muttering made her blink and look over at the tispy older man and raised an eyebrow- quickly fixing the barret back in place.

"What, is it that unusual? It's natural down to the roots." She responded to him.

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"Not like I can afford a bath." though in any case, most of the time he'll be down in the dumps. sometimes literally since he doesn't have any money to his name. Sure he' might discover the small amount in his cellphone, if he remembers to get sober sometime.

Maybe.

"You? Cute? In what universe."

Cats were cute, dogs were cute. Blocky looking people were not cute.

He leans further against the wall. Looks like he lacks energy to be rather venomous right now.

"Stop... moving so much..."

Oh he's getting worse.

"I mean I cooooould shapeshift, but that's no fun now, is it? I'm cute enough as it is~ Speaking of that. You could actually be cute if you just changed outfits"

Is it fine to admit that? Eh. It wasn't really a secret in the previous city so why hide it now?

"That disheveled look is not giving you any benefits here. Trust me."