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


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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the villain - 2d2a2f - outfit
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
Luc was investigating the contents of the apartment, trying to figure out if there was anything else they'd need, when there was a knock at the door. He instinctively froze, before Markus' voice rang out from the hallway. Lucian smirked as he opened the door. "Keep that up and you'll be sleeping on the floor," he warned.

"So we have basic supplies. Canned food, ramen, shit like that. You might have to get inventive if you're trying to impress me with breakfast, unless you brought supplies for those scrambled eggs. We can probably risk one or two trips to get groceries but we'll have to be super incognito about it. I've called in a few favours, and I have eyes on this apartment with the intention of finding out how long it takes this apartment to be found and watched." He called as he continued checking the cupboards, making a mental note of what they had. "And, perhaps most importantly," he said with a triumphant grin as he reached in and pulled the bottles from the back of the cupboard. "We have alcohol."

"We also have a fully stocked medical kit, and when I mean fully stocked, I mean I could nearly run an emergency department out of this apartment. Don't ask how I got some of it, you won't like the answer." Luc stopped, turning to look at Markus as a memory hit him. "You... you got hurt saving me, didn't you? How's it doing? You want me to check it or change the dressings or anything on it?" The concern in his own voice nearly took him aback. God, caring this much about a hero was not going to end well. "Can't have you dying on me. Drink?" He said, eager not to dwell on it.