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Post by Fang the Defiler on Jun 5, 2013 9:00:51 GMT -5
Helot was a gambler at heart, every second of his life a risk all situation, especially for his choice at lifestyle. There was never a moment of relaxation, but if there was it was merely a ploy to push himself forward in some way. Little fishes couldn't help being lured with the bait of his charm and pose. Today he was dressed rather elegantly, his red coat without a odd fold and dress shirt tucked gingerly within the top curve of his crimson trench, the fabric sweeping side to side as he walked down the streets that housed the notorious female led Mermaid Heel.
He passed by many things he immediately took interest to, and while he didn't feel comfortable in the middle of town, he was fueled by the satisfaction of the street side challenges that awaited him in the form of mundane games. So far, he had won a free ticket to dinner, which he then used in chain to snag a willing female participant into sitting down for a fabulous meal. Helot excluded himself from the human feast, though, preferring only a glass of red wine.
He didn't eat that garbage.
Afterwards, giggling and very drunk, the woman was led down a less populated road until they reached a pocket of space where they couldn't be disturbed, and for a short time, he enjoyed his own meal of red meat, extremely undercooked. He left her there, of course, not wanting to draw attention to himself - after all, he had a mission to complete, and it was barely even noon!
Helot walked down the road until his crimson eyes spotted a blond haired male standing by the fountain, his posture evident that he was indeed waiting for someone. Approaching him, he flashed him a half impatient, half smug look before saying. "Mission, right?" He was blunt and straight to the point. If he was lucky he could take more unsuspecting girls out to dinner, perhaps an independent, strong willed mermaid tail... It was beautiful when they flailed in his arms.
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