Alexander: “Ah, cultured in language. I like that.”
He yells his friends not to grab the guns and they head outside
Alexander: “After you.”
Alexander: “Ah, cultured in language. I like that.”
He yells his friends not to grab the guns and they head outside
Alexander: “After you.”
“There is a need! I am evil! I have walked down the path of degradation!”
Francis points to himself.
“I have sinned. I have killed. I, am evil!”
His phone rings. And he reads the notification.
“…”
Laura proceeds outside.
Before heading out, Alexander quickly grabs his small revolver and hides it, quickly after, he walks outside and gets in the car.
“Where we headed, Laura?”
“Everyone, including a sinner, can redeem themselves. Once you see the light, you will learn how to be at ease with yourself.”
“Hey you should kiss them too, it’ll look good on you.”
He grabs Francis with normal human strength and pushes him towards the 2, hoping for them to kiss or something.
His phone beeps again.
“Urgh… boring…”
(is this an official ship now?)
“Agh! What manner of evil is this!”
He stands still, unmoved by the push. He glares at Gab.
“You. Do you want to die?!”
She notices nothing.
“A café me and my brother often meet up at. The only place he would voluntarily go to without question.”
“Evil? I don’t care about big ideas. You talk so much, but all I hear is “make crime.” This bores me. C’mon, seriously? What kind of villain declares his intentions out in the open? Aren’t you overdoing it?”
“Can the delivery boy scram now? Don’t you have a meeting or something? We’re good on biscuits as of now, thanks.”
“Sure be happy to. I don’t give two shits on what you were doing up there. But I’ll keep mum on that.”
Now… the cafe huh… hmph. I guess I’ll go.
The group drives to the café, stopping in front of it.
Alexander: “Alright, we’re here.”
He walks inside and orders a black coffee, sitting down and starts waiting
“Yes I am! And I will overdo it even more!”
He summons a hammer. It flies toward the guard and Rito. At the same time, Francis kicks Gab in the stomach.
(it’s Gar)
Laura nods to the counter, who starts preparing a cappucino and an espresso.
Gar simply steps backwards, only his extended foot lightly touching his stomach.
“Excuse me. I have somewhere to be.”
Rito turns into a dove and flies away from the hammer. He casts an orb of shadows at Francis
Pierre dives away from the hammer before it comes out. He stands up, and wings sprout from his back once more.
He frowns as his kick misses.
“Curses! I should have use the spiked shoes idea.”
He evades the orb as he jumps sideway. The soles of his shoes shine.
The hammer turns midair, aiming at the wings.