#multifxceted

“Come up off your smooth talk, this is raspy. You’re stuck on morse code, this is ASCII. That’s how it went, right? How you used that taunt?” Despite looking directly at someone, his inquiry had been aimed at the other behind him. No answer, and he simply continued with constricting the windpipe of the man before him. A simple matter of lifting him up by the throat and smashing his side to a wall brought on a few cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and shouts of pain.

“It’s not polite to ignore a question.” He pressed a hand on the man’s shoulder, twisting and pulling the dislocated joint. The man answered with agonized grunts and half-mumbled insults. Mercutio kept silent, with no reaction to his screaming. Finally, he turned to the person behind him.

“A, I know this isn’t my place, but I’m getting a bit impatient over the silent treatment. Aren’t I doing a proper job here? Don’t I at least deserve answer?” His grip remained firmly on the man who’d tried to sneak in the property and do away with A, not allowing him to move a single muscle without consequence of pain. It was his job to prevent and dissuade on attempts on her life.

Damn right I look fine

So many kids with blindfolds on these days... must be some new-age trend.

The beautiful lady is reserved for you until March 10th!

In the middle of the garden stood an oak tree; its overreaching branches formed a canopy that if seen, from underneath, seemed to claw through the sky. The roots had dug themselves deep. A single figure set itself underneath its shade, so still that it appeared as a permanent fixture--as if it had always been there, sitting atop a root protruding out the ground.

Blue hair swayed from a breeze that rattled branches and swept through the garden’s flowers. The stillness of the figure was broken--a hand moved to press down on the pages of a book to prevent them from turning away from a set page.

Mercutio scratched at the scar aside his left eye. It felt like millennia being in such a quiet place. Thoughts of the one who’d kept him company there caused his lips to form a small smile, one that hid the pain of loss that accompanied it.

That pain would hopefully be alleviated. Chance meetings with someone from your past were statistically uncommon. Less so if they were ever to move away and cut from any communication with you. Of course, this didn’t impede him. For this meeting was not by chance.

He wasn’t one to leave his luck to the heavens. Past experience saw that such a method yielded only terrible results. His lucky stars were more like black holes and pulsars. No, he spent time tracking the place and its caretaker. Now he was waiting to make it seem a chance meeting.

A new figure shifted between the gardenias, stepping closer to the center. Mercutio repositioned himself in a way more presentable. He even patted himself down. It would be embarrassing to admit how much he’d practiced. Either way...

“Where are the marigolds,” he felt as if he’d almost nailed it.

"ME? SCARY? HA!"

She didn’t really know anyone, being   the new recruit wasn’t easy. She didn’t    really know how to start up a conversation   with someone and had to make it as she   went along.

Brown hues locked unto a female, she    appeared different than others. She wasn’t   going to be rude and say anything. It was   unlike her and she wasn’t raised that way,   reserved and polite, that’s how she was    to be.