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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 5:47 am
& IT RUBS THE LOTION ON IT'S SKIN
│CREATED BY LYRCA
│· Shop & Retail
│· The Galleria (a mall in the city).
│· Closed.
│· Elliot Ash and Lester Knox.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 5:50 am
LESTERKNOXLESTERKNOXLESTER
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ᴛᴏ: ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛ ᴀsʜ
11:30 ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀɪᴀ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴢᴇʟ sᴛᴀɴᴅ.
ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ
ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ sɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏɴɢ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ
sʜᴇғғᴇʀ sᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴜᴍʙʀᴀʟ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴜs ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ᴀ
ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀʟᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʙʏʀᴏɴ's ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴍᴇʟᴛ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ᴀs
sʟᴏᴡ ᴀs ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Scarf. Sunglasses. Cellphone. Fake service dog vest that allowed him to bring Bandit (his dog) everywhere he went. The alchemist bundled up in his jacket and put his hands in his pocket to check at what he had. The male never left the house without some type of enchanted items of his own to protect himself. It was difficult not to be paranoid. His clients were bad. The gang that got him started was bad and he was no longer 'one' of them. Less lived in constant fear of people learning his face. Learning his name. Noticing him. Yeah, that was a nice way to put it: As far as you're concerned Lester Knox never existed. Majority of alchemists in the field enjoyed privacy. Plenty of people were looking for skilled alchemists to capture and use for their own needs. If you walked around without some form of protection it wasn’t unheard of to end up trapped in the back of some pawn shop forced into enchanting items day in and day out.
Less wasn’t about that life.
"Come." He snapped his fingers twice and Bandit came trotting over to the door. He knelt down buckling the leash up trying to ignore the dogs white snout. The smallest things drove him crazy. The white snout? That reminded him of death, a topic Less found himself thinking about far too often. Less had thought about dying his dog's hair a couple times but it was too close to the animal’s nose. He didn’t know what he’d do if she got hurt for it. Slowly, the man stood to his full length and pulled the scarf up so it covered half his face. He walked out of his apartment as he pulled down on his skull cap. He reached back to yank up the jacket hood over his head.
"0024 told me of a man it once spoke to long ago." He spoke to Bandit who seemed content on keeping her nose to the floor. He always spoke about his demons aloud to his pet. It was the only time he was able to talk freely. The alchemist gave each demon a numbered assignment and took notes on them in his dream journal where he could be sure to decide if any seemed shady. He had learned that many of the demons with dark intentions didn't stick around long when they realized you were stubborn mentally. They preferred easier prey they could manipulate. Two had lashed out at Less for wasting their time once they realized how calm, collected, and in control the alchemist was. He enjoyed seeing demons so frantic. So angry, almost as though they’re scared of him. "The living didn't refer to them as demons. This has been a recent culture shift to keep us from them. In the past people believed that demons were souls. They lived on the earth and died, but you lose your memories as you are trapped in the void waiting to be reincarnated into a new body and a new life." Lester looked like a mad-man as he muttered to himself while he stepped down the street.
He was actually quite used to people crossing to the other side of the street when he was out at odd hours of the evening.
The two trotted along, Bandit more than content her owner was rambling on about things she couldn’t understand. "I have considered producing an enchantment that can be placed on fabrics to reflect trajectories but I cannot solve the equation to be sure it only goes back to the assailant." Less shifted his head to the side as he glanced down the street to be sure it was safe to cross. "If they were to move as it was happening it cannot go back to the spot they had been standing moments before. If done improperly there would be too big a crossfire." He glanced at the floor. "I watched some lectures on different case scenarios included into enchantments but it's pointless if I cannot do the math for each scenario. The first two were fine, but the final... It's impossible to calculate something that has a different outcome depending on the individual's movements." Bandit took a s**t, so Less pulled a doggie bag out picking up after her and tossing it into the closest trash. "I've watched videos of active shooters from the past ten years nonstop but it's not helping with the unknown scenario."
When Less came within eyesight of the city's mall he confidently moved inside, prancing through the doors with his dog which... Wasn't supposed to be in there at all. It might have been obvious by the way Bandit was desperately trying to get away from anyone to walk to close to her. She was the least socialized 'service dog' anyone would have seen in their life. Still. She’d have to deal with it herself. The alchemist was more than content to move slowly each time she tried to hide between his legs or pull on her leash in a pathetic attempt to run and hide in a corner. He dragged her right along with him. Less moved towards the food court looking round to see if Elliot had reserved the table Lester claimed long ago when he came here as a teenager.
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