Reuel Ashcroft
@Megatron
"One long black",
"Thank you", Reuel stood by the booth of a small coffee stand, the type you'd find in a quaint little Italian town just down a narrow alleyway. The morning sun was rising, what a fine day it was he thought to himself as he looked to the blue sky, scant few clouds covering it. Of course, given the cataclysmic scale of some of the players, that could change very quickly... Rather, it was probably set to change pretty soon.
"Very good, how long have you been making this brew?"
"Mmm, hard to say, was my dad's and his dad's method, maybe since I was but a wee lad I was brewing it like this alongside my old man. Haven't seen you here around before though, here on business?" The cafe owner took the cup and put it in the sink, continuing to make conversation.
"Something like that... Well, it's quite good anyhow. I do hope you'll be able to continue making this... I guess we'll see after the day is over",
"I don't know what you mean by that, but thanks...?"
"Don't mention it... Maybe close up early today too, I might be your last customer for today", and with that Reuel was on his way, giving a wave to the cafe owner as his shoes tapped along down the old cobblestone paths, the paper cup with coffee in his hand. The cafe owner was left perplexed, not knowing of the events that were about to unfold.
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The streets of Fortuna were beautiful, suffice to say. Old, historical architecture, handcrafted fencing and metal bars, old oil street lamps and specially crafted signs. Ornate designs that at a glance were merely beautiful and carefully crafted, however those who understood the symbolism would know they referred to demons. Not every structure had these stylings, a lot of the more modern buildings lacked them entirely, but it was obvious there was some dedication to these symbols as they were rather well kept and well cleaned.
As Reuel took yet another step down the street, the sky above him seemed to crack, and the buildings beside him began to shatter like glass as the ground began to show fissures. He continued to walk rather nonchalantly as the space around him began to change, finishing the coffee and tossing it into the void that was appearing around him.
"Well, I didn't know the KKK ran a circus. You want an applause for this magic trick?", his eyes rested upon the jester that appeared before him as he pulled his hands in front to clap slowly.
"You were the one that killed my brothers and sisters from the Krusade, I'm not letting you off easily, heretic!"
Reuel mimicked a flinch, clutching his chest as if he was in pain, "ooh! Guilty as charged. So what're you gonna do about it? Make me a balloon animal? I'm really having fun this morning so I'll let you make the first move" He smiled gleefully as he threw his hands up into a shrug. The expression was dark, and a glint of bloodthirst in his eyes too, his smile widened further as he opened up his chest as if inviting. Of course, he had no intent on taking a hit, whatever the jester did he was going to react.