#psychoanalysing

Haarlep either didn’t think that Tav and Co. would bump into Raphael, would be slaughtered by him, ((or he was in on Raphael’s plan to be killed like my theory and hc)).

We know several things that basically prove this.

1. Haarlep is an incubus. He is not even as strong as, let alone stronger than, Raphael. Nor does he have access to the same resources.

2. If you refuse to play with Haarlep, or if you attack him or deny him mid-‘game’ he attacks you.

3. Incubi can enter an ethereal plane, and Haarlep can fly

4. Incubi are either lawful or chaotic evil (depending on origin).

How do these statements relate

1. This is cut and dry. Haarlep is weaker and knows it. He would not think that if you could beat Raphael, he could beat you.

2 & 3. If he believed you could beat Raphael he would not have fought, but ran. [[He is also not obligated to fight. We know this because (2a) he gives us access to the safe rather than ‘protect the House’ or whatever oath his bound to may say]]

4. If lawful evil - for the same reason as 2a, Haarlep cannot have any bonds that demand his protection of the House. Thus he would have no obligation to sacrifice his life.

If chaoteic evil - he would value his own personal life far more than protecting a House (as he know from 2a) he’s not obligated to do and would not risk it.

Payton didn't really know where she was going. She wasn't one to particularly always care, just wishing to be somewhere else, anywhere else than the place she'd been before.

She was an adult, she had the right to be where she wanted instead of being forced places, after all. And so she shimmered again, finding herself in Baltimore, Maryland. It was a beautiful night, and she was near water; she could smell it.

Looking around, she began to walk. There weren't many people out, which she supposed wasn't terribly surprising. Most were probably tucking in for the night, but that was okay. Alone was how she liked it at times like this.

Most people were common feelings; rushed, unsure, perhaps relaxed. But one stuck out very clearly, causing her to pause, stare, and then slowly walk towards him. He seemed simple enough; dark hair, brown eyes, fine tailored suit. But his emotions.. He was... completely calm. That was rare, no one was that calm... that... sure. Almost... stuck up.

She let it wash over her as she continued towards him, finding it weird how so much calm could come from one person, after spending so much time around those that were almost never calm. It felt... nice.

Payton hardly even realized how strange she must have looked, staring at and approaching a random stranger, until she was feet from him, staring him straight in the face. That's when she faltered, eyes widening a bit.

What is this latent aggression?