Yesterday, 12:16 PM
Giovanni watched as the victim approached the dreykan with an amount of glee. His lip curled slightly as he searched through the drawers, and even if he didn’t actually smile, Giovanni felt a wave of satisfaction as the man went to work on the dreykan.
Chaos - he had awakened this. With no more than a click of lockpick. Giovanni didn’t look away as he worked. He didn’t revel in the violence. He just watched it happen. The man was a hunter. Not an actual sportsman by the look of it. He was a trophy hunter. The kill was for nothing more than something he could put on his wall. The thought of it hadn’t even registered in the man’s mind that even if someone deserved a trophy - it wasn’t him.
Then he approached Giovanni, a question of who he was coming to the man’s lips. Giovanni looked at him, his eyes hard as steel and calculating. Giovanni assessed, looking at the man’s hands, covered in dreykan blood. Then Giovanni released the weaves holding the creature in the air and fell to the ground with a wet splat.
”Me,” Giovanni said, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. ”Im just a fucking Boy Scout.”
Giovanni turned around, completely intent on leaving. Giovanni made his decisions in the moment and this one was done. He got closer to the woman and looked at her. He stopped. The hardness in his eyes softened then, the feeling that he had when she had grabbed his coat returned.
And he flinched.
It was an odd feeling. The satisfaction of the chaos was gone replaced by…what? Suddenly he felt like he had been chastised - as if he was a child who hadn’t finished his chores. Giovanni looked at her for a moment, confusion on his face before he turned back and began to remove the bonds on the other gopniks.
Chaos - he had awakened this. With no more than a click of lockpick. Giovanni didn’t look away as he worked. He didn’t revel in the violence. He just watched it happen. The man was a hunter. Not an actual sportsman by the look of it. He was a trophy hunter. The kill was for nothing more than something he could put on his wall. The thought of it hadn’t even registered in the man’s mind that even if someone deserved a trophy - it wasn’t him.
Then he approached Giovanni, a question of who he was coming to the man’s lips. Giovanni looked at him, his eyes hard as steel and calculating. Giovanni assessed, looking at the man’s hands, covered in dreykan blood. Then Giovanni released the weaves holding the creature in the air and fell to the ground with a wet splat.
”Me,” Giovanni said, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. ”Im just a fucking Boy Scout.”
Giovanni turned around, completely intent on leaving. Giovanni made his decisions in the moment and this one was done. He got closer to the woman and looked at her. He stopped. The hardness in his eyes softened then, the feeling that he had when she had grabbed his coat returned.
And he flinched.
It was an odd feeling. The satisfaction of the chaos was gone replaced by…what? Suddenly he felt like he had been chastised - as if he was a child who hadn’t finished his chores. Giovanni looked at her for a moment, confusion on his face before he turned back and began to remove the bonds on the other gopniks.