#fish lecter

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@imprvdente Trash dweller insults his natural predator

It was never really all that shocking to Butcher to come across another Supe. Sometimes he swore he could smell them for the Compound V in their blood. This one was no different but so far at least he had no real beef with her, only that she was a Supe and really that was just really too bad for her.

"A'right love?" He greeted with enough bravado to fill a men's only gym, "I 'ear you're the one with them sharp gnashers? That true or did you jus' piss off an ex with a grudge and he's talkin' about somethin' else?" He was sure they had the right Supe, hard to hide the description, blue hair was a big give away.

"Not to be that creep but, 'ow ‘bout a smile?" He knew this one was dangerous of course and so he had brought his crowbar with him this time, though he held it casually over his shoulder, he didn't have reason to use it, yet. "Wonderin' if you'd be so kind as to 'elp us with a li’le investigation, so to speak?"

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@imprvdente Fish Lecter Meets Killian Briante

The Horned One had mentioned an address to him where some agents were apparently getting too close for comfort. He had arrived intending to remain covert and to sabotage the investigation internally. Now in the 'business' of protecting the sites for a little over a year he had learned that he was at least personally safe when entering the buildings.

He had been careful in his observation of the site, not wanting to risk being spotted by any of the agents. While he was sure that one was inside the silence in the house churned his stomach with worry that they had died. Killed by whatever was lingering in the house on behalf of The Horned One. He'd entered easily and carefully made his way through the house just in case the other agent was still very much alive or perhaps had snapped and would attack him.

He had not been expecting the scene he caught a glimpse of though. While he was pressed against the wall, he had peered inside what looked to be the old den of the house and saw a mess of what was left of a human being. Yes, that was his agent but there was still something mutilating the body. Blue hair, fine features. He ran through something of a catalogue in his head trying to put the familiar elements to a name he was sure he knew.

Was this His work? A cultist perhaps? Killian's lip curled in some disgust, hypocritical perhaps but he had very little tolerance for such people and since He didn't seem to care either way, well, he was always more than happy to clear out an infestation of them too.