《Kennedy》<br/>Location: Dryden<br/>Present: Rebel<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Kennedy was relieved that she'd be fine to join him wherever he may end up staying. That was still unconfirmed at that point, but he was certain it would be ironed out by nightfall. Things just kept getting more complicated and while on one hand, he felt secure in the new people he'd met, he still had no real indication about where he'd end up, or if the options were actually as open as they seemed to be.<br/><br/>"The Felon?" his attention was brought quickly back to focus as she described Hael's demon, "I've...well...He's actually real?" Like most of Abendblume's residents, 'The Felon' was someone that no one had really seen and Kennedy had frankly dismissed the notion of his existence as a new world version of an urban legend. Sou didn't have to answer for him to know that he was real. The sincerity of her account was more than real as were the jail-house-looking tattoos she now had. "What...Why? Why would he even..How did it even..."<br/><br/>There were so many questions that they were falling out of his mouth in a jumble of disbelief.