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 Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 6:01 am
It was the winter of his discontent.
No, literally, it was.
It was winter, and winter was terrible, abysmal, because it got dark way too soon and Wilbur was most definitely a child of the sun, which meant it was dark most days by the time he was through with work. That was clearly also why he'd gotten the call that he hadn't gotten the part. If it'd been summer, clearly they wouldn't have been able to overlook his potential. Such a shame, really. They were really missing out on a prime chance.
Still, though, there was always the next one. Tomorrow was his day off, so he had a few lined up. Surely one of them would pan out. The groundhog hadn't seen his shadow this year, after all! Things would pick up soon!
Speaking of picking up - Wilbur heard something odd up ahead. So, huddling more securely into his fluffy, fluffy scarf, naturally in a city of terrorists and murders he made a beeline for it. (Hey, anything to keep life interesting, right?)
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 4:27 pm
The man, as ever with Aurostibite's policy, was not to be killed.
Killing was not something that he took pleasure in, though he hadn't hesitated before if it was a necessity. Energy draining was simply meant to be that - the draining of energy. He saw little point in taking it a step further, when one could simply milk people for days on end.
Aurostibite crouched now, with his fingers wrapped neatly around the man's wrist. He was nameless, faceless; a homeless man who'd had too much to drink and had fallen asleep outside of a bar. Easy to accommodate for what Aurostibite was attempting to do.
He'd gotten enough, now, or at least he thought he had. In the gloved palm of Aurostibite's other hand, there was a glowing orb of energy, and he stood and straightened, an expression of satisfaction on his face.
He turned -
- and there was a young man coming towards him. A civilian.
Aurostibite stared at him, eyes narrowing.
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