Victor had heard the starts and stops of rumors, the things angry men whispered in alleys. Somewhere in Underland there was place for anyone with an itch to get a bit violent, as long as you knew who to talk to. He’d grown a keen ear for gossip and whispers. This wasn’t the type he normally paid much attention to but, well... it had been quite a while since he’d let himself remember in an active way what he’d done as a child.
When he ran into Javier Moreno in the grocery store, Victor figured it might as well give it a go. Might as well see what he still had left in him. Since no one could leave or come into the town he needed to know what he had in his arsenal. He needed to make sure he could keep Fawn safe.
“Hello,” He said, giving Javier the sort of banal bland smile he had perfected from years of getting people to stop paying attention, “I’ve heard some interesting rumors about what happens in Underland, and that you’re a good person to go for a taste of it.”
@jcvimoreno
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