"I should get a cane, a cane would be badass. I could have a bounce in my step and throw it up and catch it and look fucking awesome."
Enforcer was talking to himself again. He was bored. He had long since located his targets, not that it was that hard. As soon as he was in close enough proximity, they practically made themselves obvious. There were things he saw, among the other four, that he couldn't. Strings. Or maybe threads would be more accurate, they were too thin to be strings. They descended from the sky, sort of like fishing line connected to a marionette below. They had no solid form, so to speak, just seemed to distort the air around them, making it shimmer like the air above a heated surface.
They appeared to be small at first, because each target was still on their own. But as he sat there, waiting, they gradually become bigger, drawn to each other. There was some sort of force that natural pulled them together, and soon a select few would form up and all the threads would intertwine, becoming a bigger one together. He often wandered if it was some metaphor, some poetic representation of fate or some bullshit like that. He never really came to a conclusion.
From what he could tell, there was a bigger group of four that had just recently met up, along with two smaller groups of two and then one more thread still off on it's own, but it appeared to be headed in the direction of the others. Again, as if drawn by some magnetic force. It was natural in this place, the attractions. Though, again, they were bigger now. Which meant he had a better general direction. Which meant he could head toward that general direction and actually complete the task he was given and stop procrastinating.
Then again, that wouldn't really be all that fun, would it? Just getting it over with and going back to having nothing to do. No, it wouldn't. It'd be boring as fuck, what would he have to do then? Nothing, that's what. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
"Nah, I don't want that. I don't want that at all. I should play with them. Mess around a bit, fuck shit up. Maybe go all barbarian and rape and pillage a village with my little minions." Again, talking to himself. It was a joke that only he got, considering he didn't really have any friends to share it with. The joke being that his little 'minions' probably wouldn't even hurt a fly if they could help it, but then again, when your body is made up of molten lava and hot as balls obsidian, it's sort of hard not to accidentally burn up puny little insects. Or fleshy humans, for that matter.
He let out a sigh before getting up and stretching out, bending over to touch his toes and such before shielding his eyes and looking off towards the threads. Fortunately, he wouldn't have to be shielding his eyes from the sun for too much longer because he was about to cross into the area that was night. Time functioned differently there, it was sort of confusing as fuck. He didn't tend to mind it, as he was often too absent minded to really perceive it. Hell, time was hardly even an applicable concept there, but people still desperately clung to it as to still have something familiar in a place so surreal.
He started out walking, not really paying attention to the time that passed or didn't pass as he did, he just kept heading towards the threads in the horizon until they got bigger and until he reached the region of nightfall. It was there he paused for a moment, because he felt he needed a bit of comic relief and company for the next bit. He arched his back as he laced his fingers together in front of him and bent them towards his body, cracking his knuckles. Afterwards, he pointed a single finger at three places on the ground in front of him, the dirt beginning to steam and melt away in each area. Soon there were three little pools of lava, putting off a similar shimmer in the area as the giant threads in the sky. He was close now, and he smirked a bit as he watched these little fuckers climb out of the pools, resulting in three little cute as fuck golems standing in front of him.
His eyes appeared to gleam as his observed them, like the eyes of a child in a candy store. He absolutely adored these little fiery idiots, and they were probably the closest thing he had to companions. All three stood there momentarily, looking up at him and rubbing at their eyes with their stubby little arms, making Enforcer let out a noise that could only be compared to a very effeminate person d'awing at some puppies. He cleared his throat after wise, of course, and puffed out his chest a bit to restore masculinity, even though he was aware nobody was watching.
All three were small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and stood at about six inches tall each. They smiled dopily at him as he motioned for them to follow him and began walking again, the golems falling behind him like baby ducklings behind their mother in a pond.
It was cute as shit, yo, and he couldn't wait until his targets saw him coming.
"Fuck discretion."