<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Clay Mephlas<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><br/>"TJ, was it? Sounds like something we talked about, given what we're all saying here" speaking up after watching the apparent doctor have a brand scorched into her hand by the coin, definitely making him weary of touching the thing in the least. Even with the one called Fey putting it into her pocket, he wouldn't put it past the thing to just brand someone the first chance it got, clothing or not. His head still hurt, so he rubbed his one temple with his hand and sighed softly. <br/><br/>He couldn't recall what had been said or discussed at all, or still even why he was really here, although from what the others were saying, it sounded familiar. All he could remember is that his assassinations had been involving people with kids as of late, and seemingly random accidents had been happening to those kids soon after he took out his targets, sometimes even immediately after. The <em>thing</em> within him had been all too delighted by it, having let it slip in his head that Guardians were disappearing and young souls were up for the taking and what not. Afterwards, it had taken over his body and whatever it did then, he was glad he couldn't remember. Suffice to say, when he had regained control of his body fully, he didn't go looking for what it had done, or taken, from the kids in question. <br/><br/>"No clue where to start myself. Hell, I'm still iffy on all of this in general, unfortunate side effect of <em>him</em> being in me and all. Whatever it is that makes me a...a...what the fuck was it, a Wicked or whatever. I've heard some people call me that, ones who happened to see it turn out from me and turn into me. Ones <em>he</em> left alive, for whatever reason."<br/><br/>At that, this made him think of what all the rest of them were, and he glared a bit at each of them in turn. "In any case, I don't think I want to take whatever the hell that thing was offering, though if it stops little kids from dying, I'm all for it. Kids don't deserve death...wait until they become asshole adults for that."</span></span>