#hazardsofspikesandnevadians

[deisbookofdemons]

An oddly familiar black clad man was standing there, squinting behind the goggles in thought. What was he doing? He finally shook his head with a sigh before digging into his jacket for something. He didn't notice that someone was around or the fact he might look like he just finished a killing spree. He did perk up a bit as he swore he heard something, glancing back a bit with a questioning hum.

The rookie prosecutor's question mark turned into an exclamation point when he was noticed. "U... Ummmmm..." The teen had said, backing up a bit.

[godofvillains-arch]

@hazardsofspikesandnevadians

A small cape wearing 'kid' wandered closer with a clipboard under his arm. He looked near nervous as he glanced around before perking up as he found someone. If someone could sound like a Toad from Mario he definitely did as he spoke up.

"Excuse me? Can I spare a bit of your time?"

Falgore was glancing into a window, wondering what to buy. There were some neat looking weapons in display. And he was one to collect them. Not that he really needed them.

Hearing an odd voice, the falcon turns to look down at the stranger. Falgore's face was definitely unfriendly. As Shigaraki liked to describe as 'a resting bitch face.'

"Uh.. sure.. What'cha want?"

[ycurkxng-a]

Of course Michael could feel eyes on him all of a sudden. No one around though the nagging in the back of his head was screaming something was wrong. Was Lockpick right about someone trying to hunt him down?

There was a pair of eyes on him from afar, that's for sure...but he wasn't as alone as even the sniper thought as Michael was suddenly tackled behind some cover by a 'child' as a shot rang out.

Michael hated that feeling, and he knew something was wrong as soon as the oh so familiar gut feeling came to him. When he was tackled to the ground, he would've usually started swinging- but it was a literal child. At least, he believed so. When the shot rang out he immediately pulled himself and the other further into cover as he took out one of his glocks from the rig, "What the fuck, man?"

[corruptedbunny-multimuse]

Pico leaned against the wall with a twitching smirk. Another Keith? Of course it had to be! "Well, well, well. Look who I just found."

...oh dear. Keith paled at the sight of Pico.

“...be-- ...beep.”

[gcnedark]

A flier for a club suddenly hit Aaron in the face as it had just slipped off of its tape up somewhere close by. Will he take to the address on it?

Aaron staggered back when the flier hit his face, mostly from the surprise. He hated being surprised with shit like that, he grabbed it and practically crumpled it in his fist. But being able to read out the adress and the club, he took not even a second before he had decided. There was nothing else happening, so he might as well head to the club. Why not?

He moved at a quick pace, not even jacking someones car to get there. Shocking for him, I know. It didnt take long before he stood in front of the building, it didnt seem like too much. And he really just wanted to get in to avoid the wind that was outside. Opening the door and stepping inside, welcoming the heat that it brung. His legs directing him to an empty seat, planting himself down on it.

[the-mage]

A small caped 'Kid" could be seen walking up to her, a tupperware under his arm. He glanced around with a hum before perking up as he saw her. "Oh hey!" He gave a wave with a warm smile.

"Oh, hi? Do you need any help?"

"Dunno why anyone would wanna be near me otherwise."

[askthemysteriousmerchant]

@hazardsofspikesandnevadians liked the starter call.

The Shopkeeper was adjusting some stock at his store and cleaning off the dirt off of the weapons to make it look good enough for customers to buy it. He whistled to himself a little tune that he got stuck in his head much earlier as he cleaned.

The merchant doesn't pay attention to the fact that someone had came into his store and all the while he isn't by the register.

[whispertrolls-archive]

It seemed quiet at first before Luaria could hear a low growl. Someone had a guest and they're probably there to wreck them about something.

Lu’s ears perked at the sound of the growl. She was briefly surprised, though she settled in quiet relief as she recognized the growl... and then it clicked that said guest was in hiding, which was enough for the Iceblood to jump to her feet and turn in the direction of the growl.

“Oh, jeez.”