WHAT A DISPLAY THIS WAS, the scene unfolding how it has many times before. what had stopped her was noticing the bodies, though it seemed she found the source: one tipsy man who saw the drink as some kind of ambrosia meant for him.

"Massacre?...why would it matter if their all dead. All these people are just....trash. trying to take this reliable medicine away from me...."

"Respected by the public or not, that sort of thing can quickly go out the window the moment someone finds you doing something they don't like- moral or not."

Ah, so it was a literal title. How many people do you have to punch to get a crazy nickname like that? "Huh, they sound pretty strong. With a title like that, I wouldn't be surprised if they probably wanted to lay down low. After all, when someone gives you a moniker like that, it's a sign you'll be forever hunted until someone beats or kills you."

"...No, fixers are generally respected by the public. Most of her enemies are...gone."

What? ...After everything they've went too? Just... what? Dante isn't sure if they have a shred of kindness in them towards the one who afflicted on onslaught of terrible treatment towards someone near and dear to them.

To be fair Hindley was also dead ass drunk and full of hatred, vitriol and other such things. But without that certain person in the near vicinity, one would assume Hindley would be a more better person to be around. Scratch that, without the influence of a certain rabbit boss, Hindley is a better person...to be around.

"...Red mist?" Aschlyn raised an eyebrow at the words, guiding the tipsy man over to a bench and easing him down. The guy was probably more out of it than he looked, and the way he talked and looked, simple observation all pointed to being an otherworlder like she was and probably came in around the same time or close.

The water is cool and it calmed down his nerves. It helped with his migraine since most of his enhancements ...made it go away faster, the pain, the alcohol. Despite everything he's a enhance human without training, his body is still enhanced.

"Wh-hey, are you alright?!" Aschlyn was surprised when seeing the guy suddenly collapse over to the walls, moving over to support him so he didn't fall right on his ass. Drunk or not it'd probably sting.

Hindley could have refused the offer to help, but his head is dizzy and wobbly and all of that at the same time. Despite being a functioning alcoholic, he rarely becames too much when drunk. Simply mororse and a bit stupid. After all when your blood is more alcohol at this point right now, its usual for him to be leaning on walls to stave off falling into the pit, or trash cans. [not the first time]

Aschlyn was adjusting her hair, the barret that held it up normally in between her teeth as she did so. Sometimes the effort just made her want to slice it down to her neck- but she'd get pestered for doing so. You don't see a lot of people with as crimson color as that.

It was unusual for someone like Hindley, who even if he was born rich. Had not exposed himself to the world of natural colors ever since he was born. The rich could afford to see colors, buy colors. But it was still something that was rare to see in such a vibrant state of being.