I'M JUST COLLECTING YOUR VICTIMS ✯ OPEN

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Check, check, and still waiting on that last one.

No, it wasn't a pile of sh!t here. Alfred had somehow survived crawling through ice and snow with his guts hanging out, and here he was, as pissed as ever. No, like, super f#cking pissed off. And since no one here quite knew Alfred like they could, should they be that unfortunate, that was a bad, bad thing.

Anger led to him burning a whole room of some dude's sh!t, numerous fights, and blowing up a whole bar. Think he was kidding? F#ck no, he really did that sh!t! And only one got credit.

The thing with him though is that he used to want to control it. He'd wanted to keep his rage down so he didn't hurt anyone, but that was in the past. Now he only had one person he truly, honest to God cared about, and he'd never hurt him. Never again. No matter what people said, what Pixel thought, he'd never hurt Cassius again.

He still remembered it, too. Got overtaken by his own anger and beat the sh!t out of him. Something he ended up regretting when he came to terms with what he'd done. It was mostly a chaotic blur after that point, and even after that was when sh!t got good. Aha, real good. But he wasn't going into that, there were children in this clan that didn't need to hear details.

But he'd pushed all that into the past. He was looking forward, and with some time to think, he was beginning to see a forward for him. There was definitely something this crazy f#cked up world wasn't telling him, showing him in all it's entirety.

He knew somewhere out there, there was something else for him. Something better than this, something he felt was real. He didn't feel real here. To be honest, he felt like he was high as all f#cking hell in whatever this was, with gods and demons running around like mad. And angels too. He was technically one, which was odd considering he was a big f#cking critic, but then again he kinda fell down. You know that pickup line about falling from heaven or something? Yeah, that was him.

But what if that was just some sh!t? What if somewhere he'd wake up from this dream and find himself human again?

Or maybe he was just crazy.

Sitting on the roof of some random ass house, Alfred took a sip of the alcohol beside him, letting out a long sigh. His brain was in overdrive right now, holy sh!t. And the drink wasn't doing him any good, either. Just made everything more confusing to him.

He swallowed down the bitter taste and shook his head, for once not emitting the jingling sound he'd come to know. Why?

He wasn't wearing his dog tags. For once in his life.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] You know, it was pretty damn cool he was friends with whatever the hell Vol was, he still hadn't put a name on it. He just said dragon, y'know? He wasn't some big crazy reptile expert.

He'd been staring off into space when he was discovered by the other, just thinking about things and deciding whether or not to just light more sh!t on fire. That wouldn't exactly help him at all, though, and might make things worse if he f#cked up. Then again...he found a sort of entertainment in that, some sort of weird pleasure in f#cking around and making sh!t chaotic. He couldn't explain that one, honestly. Never bothered to try, either. What was the point in trying to explain sh!t when not even he had an answer for why?

He took a few more sips of alcohol and shook his head, baby blues catching sight of some ColouredClanners doing god knows what, but they must've known he had an eye on them, because they turned and waved at him, sitting there with a bottle of some alcohol and nothing much else. He wasn't awkward and shy, he waved back and watched them leave. talking amongst themselves and laughing at something cheerfully. He almost thought they were mocking him for a second, but he knew that attitude by now and they just didn't have it.

Then Vol showed up. They landed on the roof beside him, and he got a muzzle to the shoulder. A small smile replaced the smirk from when he laid eyes upon the other clanmates, and he patted their head in an attempt to comfort them. "It's fine, man. All good." Not really, but he sure as hell looked as if it was. [color=#FCDC3B]"Keep the corndogs."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] One of his snowy ears twitched a bit at Volatile's comment, and he glanced over with a small chuckle. Oh yeah? So they were still mad, got it. How long were they going to be mad? Forever?

"My days can always be better than they are. As for Cassius..." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a paw. How was he going to go about this without making Vol upset or some sh!t like that? Ah, f#ck it. [color=#FCDC3B]"That 'bastard' is my boyfriend, Vola. Of course he's keeping me company. Look, you don't really have to stay mad. He has his reasons for how he reacted, don't even sweat it. Besides, you're gonna be real bitter if you hold onto this forever." The last part was a joke, and with a small smirk he drank a little bit more. Was he trying to finish the whole bottle? With a small frown, Alfred inspected it. Some sort of Christmas wine. Right, right. [color=#FCDC3B]"How are the injuries healing there, corndog?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] "Yeah, yeah, I know that. Be bitter with anyone else, like Yuri or his kid. They seem to love the attention." His smile was faint, but there and able to be seen. Ah, those two. Did he mind them? No, not really. He could ignore Yuri easily, and he couldn't blame Damiano when he had a father like that...wait, maybe he could blame him. Sure, he was young and impressionable, but it wasn't like you had to be like your father, mother, or anyone else. He wasn't like his father at all, thank god.

Setting the wine bottle down, Alfred leaned back a bit and stared out at the territory, or so it looked. His eyes went blank, and in reality he was staring off into nothing. Totally void. He heard Vola say something about their injuries, an answer to his question, and just nodded absentmindedly. Healing wounds were a b!tch to deal with, he would know. He was always injured somewhere.

[color=#FCDC3B]"That's just what they do. Look on the bright side, if sh!t heals properly, your arm and neck should be stronger than before. And there won't be much scarring." Alfred had broken his ribs quite a few times, and cracked his skull too, but never really broke his limbs. He felt he'd broken a back leg once, but that was fuzzy to him.

Speaking of fuzzy, so were his thoughts. More alcohol, less anger. He wasn't quite drunk yet, but a bit...tipsy he guessed. Enough to do something crazy or stupid just from not thinking.

Standing up on that roof, Alfred walked forward until he was at the edge, looking down. How'd he get up here again? He couldn't remember, maybe he flew. Kicking a dead leaf off and watching it flutter down to the ground, Alfred chuckled a bit to himself quietly and remained where he was. There was a light breeze pushing at him, seemingly encouraging him to test how high up this roof was. He wasn't that stupid though. Dumb enough to stand on the edge while dizzy but not dumb enough to fall. Logic.

Would he have actually jumped then and there? Right here, right now? He didn't know if he wanted to answer that. He...he was afraid of the answer. If course, a stupid grin crossed his face and destroyed any chance he looked as if falling would have been intentional. Hide the pain with a smile, eh? [color=#FCDC3B]"I wonder if I'd break a leg falling down. Or maybe bust a shoulder." Snorting as he imagined the damage that could have been done should he have fallen, Alfred turned his head and glanced behind him at Vola. [color=#FCDC3B]"Or maybe one step and my fine ass protects me. I dunno, you dunno." Aaaand he was getting drunk. Again.

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