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Dawn's Light
His wounds hadn't mended, but his hunger had, at least for today. Despite he shabby skills, he actually felt like this time, he wouldn't poison himself with his cooking.He laid bare chested, under the tranquil winds of evening. The sunset was all the scenery described in fairy tales, except with realism, hence it was boring. But it was yharnam's sun.Yes, the Lords all didn't share the same sun. Their egotistical nature would never let them.Speaking of nature...'Can't I enjoy a moment of respite?!' thought Loki, almost aloud, jerking up. Some well-intentioned ants had just made their way into his body, and it were quite jovial about it.Of course their stings wouldn't hurt, but he didn't like ants. And for anyone who knew his background, they would know why.After getting rid of them, he decided to clear a patch of grass away, before returning to resting, and then he noticed it.At first he thought it was his eyes' betrayal, or something terribly wrong, or terribly right.His shad
Jasmine And Obedient
Loki went home, or rather to his temporary apartment in the abandoned clinic. He wasn't trying to get caught, especially now that the curfew would help you single him out. And luckily, he wouldn't need to go out after all; he had been successful this morning in securing ingredients for meals that would last at least three days or five if he was being frugal. Anyways, with today being the first of those days, he would prefer to treat himself to a feast instead of a few crumbs of unleavened bread, as usual. Loki didn't know how to make a lot of things, and rightly so. While surviving, he had spent more of his time learning mechanics and handyman work, so he was a bit restricted here. But still, even the staples he knew how to make had become a luxury for him over time, and that time ended today, even though only voluntarily. The kitchen of the abandoned clinic smelt like trouble, sterilized air and thyme. The kitchen had never meant to be a kitchen; it had only become what it was be
Fallout
Yharnam was in disarray.And up in smoke too. From both the prison compound and the keeper's inn, fading mushroom clouds. For years, the capital of the country had served as an example of how impregnable the world under a lord was. Now that world had not only been broken, but it had also been broken twice.And by the same group of a few mortal men. This was not good for the country's image, nor for its ego. Before dusk, all but one of the foreigners had been executed and disposed of.They had left the seeming leader alive, kept in the same place he had broken into, with security twice as high. The military needed to know if he was alone–, or a part of something bigger.In light of that, the city had been placed under an indefinite curfew until it was certain that another attack wasn't imminent. It took a lot of words for Joan to convince his wife to let him go, but she eventually did. Because unlike before, this wasn't just a matter of going to work; it was a matter of necessity.Yh
B.O.O.M
BOOM!Joan saw the inn scatter, and the cloud of wood and dust that rose with it."Loki..." he said through gritted teeth. Was this his way of getting the heat of him? With the lives of others?Barely a day had passed since General Kumar gave him a timer, and the situation had already escalated. Needless to say, it wasn't good.He looked at the two corporals behind him and pointed towards the rising smoke. "Go secure the site, take people to clinics for treatment, and if you see any suspects...you know what to do.""Yes, sir," replied the two men in one chorus. And then, with their crossbows, they ran towards what remained of the inn.Joan stood still. There were many possible, and plausible, actions he could take now. But he could just be chasing his own tail.He had seen Loki, and he looked...less than average– or maybe that was his memory failing him. He couldn't have afforded the materials to set a bomb, could he?Those materials, like black powder, or whatever he used, weren't re
Collapsing Rubble
Morning had come, and the foreigner left, like most people who stay in less-than-stellar inns. Before the next rush of customers arrived, the rooms needed to be cleaned.A cleaner walked up the stairs and stood at the room's door, hoping not to meet a pile of debris...if only she knew.As soon as she stepped in, the strand of horsehair snapped, releasing the spring-loaded caps onto the flint and steel heads, and she was no more.The room exploded ait nd rammed its piece through the Inn at speeds almost sonic.Loki ducked, and so did the hundred other people on the streets.A moment of silence in shock, and then chaos. People scattered with unnecessary screaming, assuming there would be another explosion, and they needed to get to the safety of indoors.There wasn't another blast, but one was already bad enough. A child had run in to meet his mother; where were they both?The building wasn't levelled yet, but was sagging under its own weight. The crowd couldn't wait for vigilantes or t
Gunpowder
Gunpowder was an improved version of black powder, more flammable and more explosive than its predecessor. And perfect for warfare, since the volatile alchemical flasks had been rendered inefficient by fire extinguishers.The merchant handed the foreigner a strap bag filled with quid, another bag containing the instruments for his work, and some fake documents which could be used to lie about the contents of the large sack bag.Not that he'd need to lie. Money opens doors, and the ones he needed to walk through had been paid for in advance. Even though a few were to be closed, the key was always murder.With a displeased grunt, the foreigner took his goods and walked into 'The Keeper's Inn'. It wasn't popular or the best at anything, but it just fulfilled the requirements for being an inn with mediocre splendor.It was the perfect place to lay low. No tax collectors patrolling the area like they were the weather."Hello sir, welcome to the Keeper's Inn," said the receptionist with a b
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