He had no idea where to go. Left, no maybe right? He had a makeshift map with him, but he had no idea which way was the right one to follow. He huffed unhappily at his discovery of being lost, before taking the time to just plop down on a bench. He was in a park, or something like it. There was a lot of people around him, which gave him a nice cover if anyone was looking to snipe him out or something crazy like that. Even then, it didn't seem like murder was that big of a deal. What now? Was it good for him to be out here in the open? No, but he was lost and tired, frankly. At least now he could peacefully look around to see if his next target just happened to be there.
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Meiji
Perhaps, next time he would not accept contracts on targets that he only knew based from word of mouth. It was a lovely concept in theory -something a bit challenging to break up the monopoly of rich people wanting to murder each other to get richer- but now that he was actually doing it, the appeal was diminishing. Maybe he had been spoiled by his first time taking one of these jobs. That one had been simple enough in the end and the lack of a real description, he guessed, was because his employer had simply been too lazy to write it down.
On the other hand, ah, yes, the pettiness of the wealthy. There was something oddly refreshing about that alone, something that made him want to go out and murder somebody. Maybe slip it in somewhere between dinner and a walk somewhere very far away.
Bored on the contrary to how these were supposed to go, he let his eyes wander around the "park." He had already been keeping a watch for anybody coming up behind him and could say with certainty that there was absolutely nobody of interest in that direction except for a dogwalker who was walking a toy dog. A literal dog toy. Not one of those small dogs with a disgustingly cute label.
Tree. Tree. More trees. Flower. Bee. Fountain. Spider. Meiji noted that not only was this "park" woefully incomplete, it was also badly laid out and he was offended by smell of over-priced, malnourished fertilizer in the air. Did they think nobody could tell?
Rotten gardening, that.
A child sat down on the bench across from him, on the other side of a small path cutting right through the place. Meiji took a moment to realize that the short person was actually a grown man wearing a look of exhaustion born of annoyance - he knew because was a feeling that he emphasized with deeply at that moment.
The man's hair was blue-green and his eyes were yellow. Over all, he was decently attractive and damn it, of all the luck.
Meiji wondered if he should slip away or try and get in a lucky kill with some fast-acting poison that definitely wouldn't be fast enough. There was a reason why he didn't advertise himself as a punching bag.
Perhaps, next time he would not accept contracts on targets that he only knew based from word of mouth. It was a lovely concept in theory -something a bit challenging to break up the monopoly of rich people wanting to murder each other to get richer- but now that he was actually doing it, the appeal was diminishing. Maybe he had been spoiled by his first time taking one of these jobs. That one had been simple enough in the end and the lack of a real description, he guessed, was because his employer had simply been too lazy to write it down.
On the other hand, ah, yes, the pettiness of the wealthy. There was something oddly refreshing about that alone, something that made him want to go out and murder somebody. Maybe slip it in somewhere between dinner and a walk somewhere very far away.
Bored on the contrary to how these were supposed to go, he let his eyes wander around the "park." He had already been keeping a watch for anybody coming up behind him and could say with certainty that there was absolutely nobody of interest in that direction except for a dogwalker who was walking a toy dog. A literal dog toy. Not one of those small dogs with a disgustingly cute label.
Tree. Tree. More trees. Flower. Bee. Fountain. Spider. Meiji noted that not only was this "park" woefully incomplete, it was also badly laid out and he was offended by smell of over-priced, malnourished fertilizer in the air. Did they think nobody could tell?
Rotten gardening, that.
A child sat down on the bench across from him, on the other side of a small path cutting right through the place. Meiji took a moment to realize that the short person was actually a grown man wearing a look of exhaustion born of annoyance - he knew because was a feeling that he emphasized with deeply at that moment.
The man's hair was blue-green and his eyes were yellow. Over all, he was decently attractive and damn it, of all the luck.
Meiji wondered if he should slip away or try and get in a lucky kill with some fast-acting poison that definitely wouldn't be fast enough. There was a reason why he didn't advertise himself as a punching bag.
He looked at his toes, just trying his best to whistle as he tied one of his shoes tighter. Emery, not being able to whistle yet, decided that humming was the better option for him. His throat mimicked A song of his people, long forgotten by the rest of the world. Once he was done he simply looked around, trying to find something of interesting. Oh right- he was trying to look for his next target. What did they look like again? He pulled out his sheet of paper and observed the drawing on it, before neatly stowing it away. As much as he needed to kill him, there was no rush on his part. With a sigh, he turned and laid down on the bench.
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