Jacket

You will never see the whole picture

and it is your own fault

A little nostalgia for the game

Well, that was a lie. He’d be fine at fighting, he’d just be worse at defending himself. 

He never made it to the bar, though, as his eyes met those of the man staring more intently at him than anyone else in the establishment. A low growl formed in his throat as the gaze pierce his soul- at nearly 7 feet tall, Mictlan was pretty intimidating by size alone, and usually locking eyes with someone was a warning for them to back off. 

He could smell violence, and this man reeked of it. 

There’s the giant now, flourishing his tail feathers in such a way to show off his splendor and strength. He judges the man's appearence at face value. He was flashy, wondered if he was all show or not. Even in a place like this he’s fearless enough to make silent threats from across the room, he’d know that face anywhere. 

I will devour you

Cage match tonight and he hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep. It’s going to be hell trying to give the audience what they’re used to. 

There’s uninviting eyes locked on the enigmatic cage fighter, bored expression painted on the wanderer’s face. Told himself this wasn’t the life for him anymore, told himself he’d stay away from violence, get out of that buisness. 

But when it boiled down to it, he really was only good at hurting other people. It was purely by coincidence that they would meet in the same Cafe before the cage match. While the colourful man was very much well known, Jacket wasn’t.  The only reason why he was even considered for this fight was because a ‘under dog’ fight sold better. They buttered him up with some story he had no part in, beat the hell out of the truth though. 

“You are liking the swords? Or maybe the weapons in general? There are very interesting ones. I like swords, also. Wanted to buy one, or take one that we are finding at the place we hit. The one with the Murkeys? But eh… Is maybe not so smart to go back again.” At least not this soon. It’s likely best to see if their security gets lax first. The bagel didn’t last long; by the third bite it was gone.

He let Bain handle where his money went, there was mention of some “off shore” account, everything else was stashed in paper bags around his apartment. The only material thing of worth he had was his car, everything else was just a priceless piece of sentiment. 

He struck another pose with his arms, as if taking up a number of different sword stances. For him he enjoyed the martial art, the way these people found such beautiful ways of combatting each other. There was none of that nowadays. Still, he wouldn’t argue with Sokol. If he wanted to spend his resources in that, so be it. 

I’m gonna show you where it’s DARK,                                                                                      but have no FEAR.

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Now that the intruder seemed to have surrendered, he lifted himself up, heavy footsteps carried him slowly across the room to get a better look at the creature.