EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]In the aftermath of a harsh mission, somebody attempted to sought him out. Over the course of an early spring afternoon, Riley had traversed the slushy sidewalks of Lorsette to complete a given mission. Himself alongside a small team ventured through the melting snow to defeat a disguiser alongside its troublemaker goons. At the time, he remembered the adrenaline high as his strength was proven through the defeating of terrors and overall, the Assembly of Phantoms. He was carrying out the work taught to him by a woman years ago.
The work accomplished for the means of earning a wage for survival while successfully slipping through the claws of Butcher Field, however, now somebody requested his presence. The individual delivering the news informed him it was not a higher-up or somebody long-standing in the Lorsette branch... Rather it was somebody from Europe. The mention had resulted in a tenseness bunching up inside the unktehi as he wandered the corridors of the Terror Response Syndicate Headquarters. They gave no physical description, merely used acquired feminine pronouns and nothing more...
Thus, mask donned and concerns riffling through his mind, Riley marched towards the provided location of the meeting. The man would be lying if he spoke of lacking paranoia over the presented meeting... Butcher Field deserved not a penny of trust, and after spending centuries inside the gruesome, cruel and violent organization, Riley knew the lengths they would go. The man held out hopes that perhaps the circumstance involved a recently transferred apprentice. Yet, the Smiling Pariah prepared for the worse possible situation...
For a second, Riley had considered bailing and heading out to the next location willing to accept another elite. Unfortunately for the brunette, Lorsette gained importance to the masked elite hunter. While his sister perished in the streets of their home city, her grave lived here alongside a son she had during his absence. The longer-haired brunette was the only remaining family member considered worthy of connecting with and somebody Riley desired to protect. There was rockiness in their relationship because of Riley's callous pushing aside of his own emotions.
Then there was Nuka Nylund, the ward medic... A man he enjoyed spending time with and felt a genuine sense of attachment to because of their friendship. The amount of enjoyment Riley discovered around the angel was unlike anything else he experienced. Many left him behind, ignored him and were beyond uncomfortable around the man granted the moniker Smiling Pariah; he was an outsider, not worth a pennied thought. However, the ward medic willingly invested time into him from inviting him out to playful bantering between the pair... he needed to know where it would go.
Slowly, Riley moved through the hallways, approaching the final door to the outside world. The plan was to meet outside the TRS building, narrowly outside the door. A location seemingly away from wandering souls while still creating the comfort of minimal foot traffic and distant crowds. The door spoken overlooked the sparring grounds where hunters practiced and swords clashed, and given the weather, people would be around. Perhaps the individual enjoyed the notion of spring air, however, Riley's apprehensions led his thoughts elsewhere.
The unktehi reached the threshold, his hand pushing open the heavy exit door. Sunlight poured over his skin, minimal against his face because of the mask concealing his features. His eyes swept around the door, treading light as he waited to catch a glimpse of the individual who summoned him. Around his shoulders clung the TRS uniform, the garbs that identified him as an ally... for should his worries be correct, he wished for the defence of those he worked alongside. A distance away, people sparred in the dirt circle as a few onlookers watched and the quiet hum of individuals enjoying spring weather filled his ears.
Yet, in spite of spring's peaceful song, Riley continued to feel tense. Those emotions masked in feigned serenity as his mind prayed for nothing of worry... Nothing to rally violence and force the box of bad memories to split.
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