Post by Light on Dec 23, 2013 10:07:33 GMT -5
Open; part of the secret world plot frosty came up with.
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He was with a group of teenagers, taking part in the conversations and looking as if he fitted in with the group. But he didn't--he never would--he was just using them at the moment anyways. Trivial activities such as looking for girls and playing video games were not in his array of pastimes. Worrying about his test scores and if his girlfriend was seeing another guy was not on his list of worries. He fought malum--nasty eyesores that didn't belong on earth in his eyes.
He moves his collar and scratches his neck, yawning. The brown tips of his bangs move aside and show a red pointed star underneath his eye. The hand he had on his neck was adorned with a medieval metal cuff that was five times thicker than his wrist, and without a scratch. Those were the little things were what showed he didn't belong. And he could care less if the scum noticed--it made it easier for him to find them if they began to panic and run away. He was a wizard; that thought brought a happy, sinister smile to his lips.
He was a wizard known for stretching the lines and being the cruelest bast**d on earth when he wanted to be. He was Zefferie Alabiod--and he didn't give a flying **ck what the little baby protectors thought--or anyone else for that manner.
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He was with a group of teenagers, taking part in the conversations and looking as if he fitted in with the group. But he didn't--he never would--he was just using them at the moment anyways. Trivial activities such as looking for girls and playing video games were not in his array of pastimes. Worrying about his test scores and if his girlfriend was seeing another guy was not on his list of worries. He fought malum--nasty eyesores that didn't belong on earth in his eyes.
He moves his collar and scratches his neck, yawning. The brown tips of his bangs move aside and show a red pointed star underneath his eye. The hand he had on his neck was adorned with a medieval metal cuff that was five times thicker than his wrist, and without a scratch. Those were the little things were what showed he didn't belong. And he could care less if the scum noticed--it made it easier for him to find them if they began to panic and run away. He was a wizard; that thought brought a happy, sinister smile to his lips.
He was a wizard known for stretching the lines and being the cruelest bast**d on earth when he wanted to be. He was Zefferie Alabiod--and he didn't give a flying **ck what the little baby protectors thought--or anyone else for that manner.
