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Leo Flynn ([personal profile] stealyoursoul) wrote in [community profile] atonementlogs 2018-02-15 05:10 am (UTC)

I. There's a reckonin' a-comin'

Rather than looking for a house right off the bat, Leo seems to have some odd priorities. He's glancing into the shops that line the main street, peering through the windows like he's looking for something specific. Whatever it is, he's not finding it, so he keeps going from shop to shop.

Then he finds what he's looking for when he peers into one of the abandoned shops. "Aha!" He says happily He tries the door handle, but it seems to be locked at first. Leo seems to just give it a hard shove to get it to open, but anyone who actually looks at the door will realize he's broken the lock with inhuman strength.

If there's anyone curious who follows him into the shop, they'll find him looking over several instruments. He stashes a harmonica into his pocket and then looks around more closely. He takes a guitar down from one of the shelves, tuning the instrument with an ease that says he clearly knows how to play the instrument.

II. And it burns beyond the grave

Rain. Oh joy. As if this place wasn't fun enough already. Leo doesn't bother to get out of the rain, instead heading where it looks like everyone else is towards the town square.

There's something unusual about him though. Anywhere rain hits his skin, it starts to evaporate with a small hiss into steam instead of just rolling down his skin. As a Sunai monster, Leo's temperature runs quite a bit higher than a normal human's. As he gets under the tent, it becomes even more apparent, more steam rising up from him as he flicks the few bits of rain still stubbornly clinging to him off.

He also curiously passes on any of the food and water. Good thing for everyone present he's not feeling all that peckish yet. This place is a veritable buffet for a Sunai monster.

Instead, he examines the letter with his name on it, and then looks over the vials. He dismisses blue right away. He already can't lie, so there won't be any effect. He likewise decides not to go for pink, for he has no desire to learn the thoughts of those around him. Still, that might come in handy down the line, so he pockets one of them.

He examines the three of them. Pain is something he's intimately familiar with, though more in doling it out than receiving it. He finally decides on purple. He drinks it down and immediately it feels like someone's broken several of his bones, something that should be impossible to happen for a Sunai, but all too familiar to those he's tortured before.

Leo leans up against one of the nearby tables. He's muttering to himself. "Bad idea. Very bad idea."

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