Atticus Randle

Juggles his magnums casually. "Scaring that Spriggan away wasn't that hard."

Whistle.

tragic nitter.gq/PhotophobicMage/status…

"Ain't no order from no one making me run. I'm my own man."

"Everyone ran? Where's that loud mouth SOB?"

"I just paid rent too..." nitter.gq/EternalMonolith/status…

Shoots the breeze. Literally.

"It is in fact, my day of birth!"

Shoots a confetti gun!

"I like the cut of your jib, lady." nitter.gq/IvoryHealing/status/86…

"We seem to have an abundance of loudmouths, eh? Nothing a few bullets can't fix."

Lazily shoots individual leaves from the balcony. "This is worse than waiting for the cows to come home..."

-a step back and waiting for a response. @PhotophobicMage

- city nearest Exalted Valor. The Randle began whistling a common tune, until he found himself at the front door. He knocked thrice, taking-

- Exalted Valor. The 'Ex' Hitman grabbed his duffle full of weapons and headed to the nearest train station, which dropped him off in the-

he tossed that brochure behind him, and after a few minutes of debating with himself, he had decided on a relatively quiet guild called-

Freedom. Atticus had collect a list of brochures of legal guilds to make his pick. "White Eclipse? Looks like a buncha soft lily-lickers."-

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