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located in Scarriden, a part of many of horror, one of the many universes on RPG.

Scarriden

Villains are not the most frightening thing in the shadows here.

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Character Portrait: Lucian Mitchell Character Portrait: Markus "Shadowfaux" Vasco
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LUCIAN MITCHELL
the villain - 2d2a2f - outfit
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xxand with the black banners raised
xxand the crooked smiles fade
xxformer heroes who quit too late
xxwho just want to fill up the trophy case
Lucian had heard some people say they found cooking therapeutic. Well, Lucian wouldn’t have gone that far, but he did find it grounding. It kept it from getting too distracted in his own thoughts, kept him from getting too wrapped up in anything. He was conscious that he wasn’t in his own kitchen, and totally aware of the hero’s eyes on him, probably watching him to make sure he didn’t actually burn down the kitchen.

Lucian plated up the food and put a plate down in front of Markus, who now appeared to be lost in thought. He shook himself a little and apologized, saying he was lost in thought. His reaction to the food made Lucian smile. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. He could tell by the speed Markus was eating that he enjoyed it, and seeing that smile on Markus’ face for what seemed like the first time in a while made him smile too.

Goddammit, he needed to be careful. Markus mightn’t have been like the others, but he was still a hero. Lucian was only good to him as long as he was useful. The minute they were done with this, Markus would probably hand him over to the cops... and that was the best case scenario. He should know better by now. A hero’s promise wasn’t worth the air it used.

Markus shocked him out of his thoughts, saying he wanted to go down to the shop to check in with his boss. Of course, he had an actual day job. Lucian knew that over the next few days, he’d need to start doing some actual work again, but that seemed unimportant right now. There was just too much at stake. “Do whatever you need to do, darling. Which reminds me, I really need to get working on those lovely suits of ours for this masquerade. Last chance to request any alterations,” he said with a raised eyebrow. And then he caught himself. “We also need to get planning some strategies. Training regimes for the next few days to make sure we’re both back up to strength, plans for the night itself, and of course, any recon opportunities we might have between now and then,” he said.