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"My lips are sealed," The long haired man with grey strands and fangs murmurs, "Til' the day I die and onward into forever, no word of this will get out. Nobody will ever know she was even a person." The man standing beside him laughs, it is a harsh and cruel thing, one that causes the fanged man to flinch and draw his hand back from the desk he had been leaning on. The other man--one with tan skin and embroidery driven down from his shoulder to his right hand, threads taught in his flesh--glares at him, and there is flame dancing in...
Constantine sauntered down the middle of the cobblestone streets, his hands in his pants pockets and his eyes casting off an eerie green glow to combat the gentle yellow of the street lamps. While using a portal would be quicker, he enjoyed the walks home far more than the efficiency of a spell. Spells meant there were never any surprises; he could think about going home and he would be there. On the other hand, if he walked, there was a slim chance that there would be some excitement. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case on most nights. ...
The sky was a sickly shade of green and the air was hazy and thick, a sign of the brewing storm. Storms in the wastes were deadly; the rain was nearly acidic and the lightning was a promise of more radiation. It was the last thing Constantine and Viktor needed. While Constantine was immune to the radiated dangers the roads offered, Viktor was not, and letting him die of radiation poisoning wasn't on the agenda. Not to mention the sentient threats; like raiders and ghouls, who were only more common the further they got into the decimated city...
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