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</div><span style="font-size: 26px"><b>Adrian Verinus</b></span><br/><b>Chosen By:</b>Hades (Greek)<br/><b>Location:</b>Village, dorm room.<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>21st December, Noon.<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Black shirt, dark gray pants.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Open<br/><b>TRIGGER WARNINGS:</b>None<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Adrian was kneeling for a solid few minutes now, watching as the body of a man tilted back and forth between life and death. Four shots, three in the stomach, one in the chest. The conscience was lost but the body still struggled to survive. The lungs were filling with blood, intestines ruptured, liver burst open, abdomen filling and leaking out. Adrian looked behind as if to see if anyone would even come, if anyone even heard. No one. Not a single person. He looked back down. Lungs were struggling, short coughs until... it was all calm. Just another one to be accounted for. It was not up to Adrian to decide whether the man would live or die and so any form of resuscitation was out of the question. But he could push the limit just a bit, just for a minute or two, if anyone was to but show up. But no one was there, no one to lend the aid. Carefully, he placed the hand onto man's lifeless chest and began whispering words until his hand moved through the body as if it was made of sand and gently, gently... pulled the soul out of it. Fear gripped the shade, a voiceless panic caused by the shot. It looked toward Adrian, trying to understand what happened but words would not leave its mouth. What was to leave? It can draw no air, no chords in throat to struck. And yet, Adrian understood.<br/>
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"No, you cannot return." he said as looked at the shade "You will not go to hell. Go now, follow your instinct, before the Judge runs out of patience." The shade silently looked at Adrian before closing its eyes and like smoke in the wind, disappeared. Now he was all alone again, alone to decide what to do. He looked at his palm, noticing three large circles of decay that appeared. It hurts... it hurts a lot, but the pain is something he is used to. With 'healthy' hand, he reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a gauze, wrapping it around his palm. It won't exactly do much, no parasite will land, no blood will pour out... but at least others won't be disgusted by the sight. Two, maybe three days and he will be fine again.<br/>
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But that did not exactly answer the pressing question of 'what to do?'. Perhaps he could return to the Village. It was always a strange place for him to be in... a strange place with strange people. More than mortals but less than gods, completely unreadable and unpredictable. From time to time he went there and stayed for long periods of time before he departed once more. Mortals were... easier to deal with. Their lives were fast but predictable... but chosen? Well... they carried with themselves the whimsy of their patrons. Still, he grew tired of fleeting life... perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to return once more.<br/>
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His room was exactly the way as he left it. Tidy with a strong scent of stale air. The parchment was now, however, and he read it as he sat down on the bed. A schedule for events... curious.<br/>
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"So what do you think?" he asked, looking across the room where his two-headed hound was comfortably resting. One of its heads lifted and looked at Adrian, while the other gently snored "Well, at least I have half of your attention. Meat?" The very mention of it managed to grab the other head's attention and it yawned wide, revealing rows of ferociously sharp fangs.<br/>
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"Let's see what we can find, then." He placed the parchment back on the ground and left the dorm room, waiting for his hound to, finally, get up and follow along.​</div>