Bellelurette: Hickey

[perfectpower]

Hickey will never not be a funny name.

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[perfectpower]

True, anything could happen tomorrow.

[Imagine if Brad were the one facing Hickey. Imagine.]

Well my past ain't so clean either. Bein' a bandit meant more than just stealing stuff. Sometimes you gotta kill witnesses or get information outta people.

[And all the other unsavory things that go along with stealing. Turf wars, scuffles with guards protecting caravans, and so much more.]

And besides that, I've killed countless witches and wizards for their mana stones.

[spotsalone]

That's a past I can relate to.

[ ... ]

Not the part about witches and wizard, mind. Not yet, anyway.

[ Is he aiming for that particular notch on his bedpost? Who can say! But he's not one to turn his nose up to new experiences, should the opportunity arise. ]

I hope you've kept all that to yourself. You're likely to end up in my place should you seem so nonchalant about taking a life. The do-goods around here make up the majority, so far as I can tell.

[ Or maybe they're just the loudest. ]

[perfectpower]

[They are absolutely the loudest.]

Cain and that dragon already know, but I don't think everyone else realizes just exactly how bad of crimes I had to do to end up in prison for 100 years.

[He pours himself a glass of whiskey and sets the bottle aside. Then he sips from his glass, savoring the flavor.]

Got a Bandit past, do ya?

[spotsalone]

In a manner of speaking. Poor folk like me only have two options, don't we? Content ourselves on the bottom-most rung, or we look for a workaround. Scale the ladder through other means.

[ He sips at his drink. He may have done his fair share of horrible things, but in his mind, they were necessary. What else was he meant to do? ]

What sort of crimes have you done, then? You may as well confide in a man marked for death.