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Lance Terrorkall

Lance mocked his wife by fake laughing. he heard her leave and rose from the couch. "ok, one: i take my keys everywhere that i go, and two.... well there is no two but when i think one up there will be a two..." he said to himself silently. he walked over to a wall with a picture on it. he tilted the picture, revealing a secret doorway. this lead down to the training room he was finishing. the training room was mostly for him but there was another room connecting to it. "now what to do with this room? maybe i'll give you to wife to do what she will with it." Lance said to the room and then walked back into the training room. he hit a small brick in the wall, closing the door that had lead him here. Lance walked back into the nameless room and decided on something for it.

Lance quickly bounded up the stairs and into his not-so-secret living space. he walked to the door to his that would lead him outside and stopped, checking for his keys. Lance heard the jingling of them and the different jingling of the chains on his weapon. he opened the door, running up the stairs and exiting his house. he locked the house, hid the doorway and climbed up the brick wall above the door. Lance made his way to a department store for food and other things.

Viktor
The Beggar Child

Viktor walked until the sun was fully in the sky, still searching for somewhere to sleep. He looked up at the sun, then around as the city began waking up. "Too late, now..." he muttered. He silently cursed himself for being so nice. What was he thinking, letting those kids take his alley? You were thinking that they reminded you of yourself, he thought, frowning. He had always been on the street, since before their age. They looked newly abandoned, they would know how heavy the change was... Viktor was raised here. He sighed as his stomach began to grumble loudly. Haven't eaten in two days, he reminded himself, and then turned down the street, heading towards the market. If he couldn't beg off some table scraps, he would take what he wanted, and God help whoever tried to stop him. He was sick and tired of being denied. "If they want to hate me... Let me give them a reason," he muttered to himself angrily as the market slowly came into sight.

He walked past the first few fruit stands, tattered and muddy like him. These were the poor people, kind of like him... But with food. He frowned. He wasn't about to steal from people just as bad off as him. I may be a 'monster', but I still have a conscience, he thought, and began looking for slightly richer stands. On his way, he rubbed some dirt on his face and arms, and put a few small rips in his shirt, to make himself look more pitiable. He put his large trench coat on over his wings, and tucked his tail up underneath it. Now, instead of looking like a demon, or abomination, he simply looked like a hunchbacked, deformed child.

He walked up to one of the stands, and sat next to it. Before he even got a chance to be there for fifteen seconds, the stand clerk shooed him off, yelling; "You're scarin' off all the customers! Git out!"

Viktor scowled. That was the last freaking straw. He hadn't even done anything, and people just yelled at him, and he was tired of it. He dropped his coat and spread his wings, and let out a low, guttural growl. "What's wrong?" he asked, grinning as the store clerk backed up, terrified. He bared his teeth; they were almost as long as snake fangs, and just as sharp, but they lined his jaw in crooked rows. "Afraid of little old me?"

Without another word, he walked up, and grabbed a loaf of bread, an apple, and some money. He quickly ate the apple whole, coughing up the core, and tossed it back to the clerk vendor, who was still staring at him. He grinned, and put his coat back on, hiding his tail. And nobody even noticed... I love this place sometimes, he thought, looking around. He pulled the hood over his head, and continued down the street. He had enough money for one, maybe two meat pies. He just had to find the right stand.

Selene watched the exchange at the butchers in interest, as well as how he gave some of his food to the small children in the alley. He pulled out a box, ripped it open, and leaned against the wall. He looked utterly exhausted, and in need of a better place to sleep. She approached him, and knowing even the most excluded dragons knew elvish, decided to try and converse with him in her mothers' native tongue, to show him she meant no harm. "Nîn essa is Selene. Le en ve' lle maure a yamen' a' fuume..." Selene offered him her hand.

She looked to Noctis, then pinched the bridge of her nose, "What he doesn't understand is that the people on my list are my allies." she paused, "What should I give up? This full list of allies," she waved it around, "Just to get into favor with just one, who I don't know know besides the fact they want me dead." she scoffed, "I can see it now, I take out this list and then I am of no use and I'm history." she looked at the limo, "Or I can keep this list to myself, keep them alive and eliminate my threat." she smirked.

Viktor
The Beggar Child

Viktor raised both eyebrows, shocked. "You... You're offering me a place to stay?" he asked, stunned. And for the thing that makes most people avoid me...?

He thought rapidly, trying to asses the situation. True, elves and dragons were close allies. And true, he was half dragon, and she was half elf. But still... This seemed a little too extremely coincidental. More like something straight out of a fairy-tale, he thought, bitterly. After a moment, he took her hand, and stood up, smiling, but watching her with a wary eye. If she makes one suspicious move, I'm flying away... I don't care who sees, he thought, his mind disapproving the notion of going with her at all.