Lancaster

The nagging sense of drive caused the man to return to the scene of the crime to which he was the victim. He would look to todays chosen gaggle of goons, speaking with a sense of authority that none of them would dare to undermine. "Hit the hive, quick in and out. Don't get discovered, kill anyone you see. No mistakes, no witnesses. In bocca al lupo" sending an hand upward as a formal dismissal, he'd light a smoke as the pack of 12 would move in a loose grouping into the fields. His own bull shit keeping was more then over with, and a column of smoke catches him by surprise. There shouldn't be

A smile slid across his face, and somewhere deeply he was filled with regrets. "Mia fiamma.. No man made prison can hold me. This remains true" He'd lean toward her and pinch the part of his cigarette that stuck in his mouth. "But I am afraid that I may be trapped in a prison I will want to be in, mi amore. And it terrifies me." He'd turn that smoke around and place it in her mouth, breaching her personal bubble "I am enraptured, captured. enthralled. by you. seducente" Rubbing his face as he fights with his own decision, trying to let a cooler head prevail. "That fire, passion. Its addicting,

Lancaster starts to pat himself down, putting the flames out across his arms and shoulders. Then he'd turn and start to rub the bit of garbage on his hands on his upper pant legs. The farmer army had been satisfied, given the primary culprit was obliterated and the others were beyond the safe zones range. Out of nowhere Mari starts rounding him like a lioness, sniffing him and sliding under his arm. Lancaster is a little addled by the sharp jump in interest, holding his arm up limply as the woman started almost digging in his pockets. Allowing it given she had just saved him quite a bit of tim

Mari would quickly break off, starting to route the reinforcements with a level of efficiency that would see Lancaster pause and take out another smoke, lighting it with his thumb and shoving his hands in his coat pockets. The men seemed on edge as they'd stare down Mari and occasionally steal glances at Lancaster. As if asking the man what he was waiting for, or what was coming next. Mari would cut them all down, using some sort of strange yellow fog. Some kills more gruesome then the others, proving a level of potential that easily dwarfed the others. Lancaster cannot help but find it amusin

Staring up the competition as the battle would ensue, he'd find himself annoyed by having to take direct involvement because of their stupidity. What a glorious waste of his time. "Lancaster?" He'd turn a bit to stare at the woman, her weapon perched precariously. Ah, she was concerned. That was the front liner in her front and center. The fact didn't surprise him in the slightest. "Those players are my men, Amore. Stricken with troubles just like..." A finger trails between them as he would gesture to them both. "However one of them is deficiente, and has put the lot in danger." He

He'd turn and take another puff and look her square "This much is true." Yet what he would not allude to is the purple ring on his left pinky finger with a smile. Grunting as he'd stand using the tree as a prop, not being nearly as graceful as most where. It was a bit slow and sluggish. The man shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, and in the light the gloss on it made it look almost metallic. "I abide by no prisons, doesn't matter which man made them." The man spoke with a cool tone, something absent of feeling and nearly empty. He'd stretch and something in his right side pops, having sat

A smile crept across the mans face, one that he only wore rarely. "Sour, and yet you took to no hesitation offering me honey? Color me a fool." Spoken as she'd look up to the sky, finding that perhaps that italian charm of his had eroded her resolve and filled her with embarrassment. Even when it wasn't intended to do so, or even intentional. She took the bottle and tore a massive swath out of it, likely trying to pick up the pieces of her fleeting resolve. "Indeed, yet I felt myself trapped." He'd tap his eyebrow twice with his finger as she'd start to stare at him with a renewed intensity. "

Locking a gaze with the woman in a way that most didn't even get the chance to, it was a bit of an odd circumstance for him. It had been quite some time since he'd even nursed such a conversation for longer then a minute or two, and it was usually a lot more heated. Dangerously so. "It would Sound like you're smart yourself dolcezza. Most discard what they find, very.... short sighted...brava" A quick flick of his wrist sees the flame snuffed out. A ginger hand clutches that bottle and sees it tilted and placed back down. Wasn't often that he could share his passions with someone who could act

Watching on his peripheral the moment she opened her inventory, gauging each and every motion. Ready to spring up and create chaos if she opened up that little friends log of hers. But instead she dug through a pile of random crap in a massive list denoting her inventory. This was why he stuck to pockets, which equated to quick slots that allowed him to find it. A flash of blue light and a bottle appears, a squared thing in a rich brownish gold. As she'd uncork it and offer it in the space, he'd lean down and pluck it up in a limp hand. The cigarette smoking as it hung from his lips, he'd pass

Reaching out and taking the bottle by the neck, he'd pull the cigarette out and down a mouthful. The taste immediately caused some bone in his body to jump to refusal. He'd cough almost dropping the chartreuse, quickly handing it back to her. "Ugh, no offense Angioletto, but is syrup." taking his hand he'd rub it on his tongue, finding the salt a fair counter balance to it. She clearly wasn't joking. The man rubs his hand on the tree at his back, running his tongue around in his mouth to dilute the taste. "Burned through the last of my whiskey about an hour ago, now I am filled with....regret.

The gentle rustling of grass immediately put the man on edge, unfurling his fingers and shoving the many rings on his fingers closer to his palms as he made a gesture like he was popping his knuckles. Back pressed to a large oak tree, he was under the understanding that he would have been left well enough alone out this far. Tapping at his chest as he'd look out toward the direction of the sound, the moment he hones in on it he notices the little floating icon of an orange player. At least it wasn't going to be that annoying, as normally they'd just flee to the town like little mice the moment

The blazing heat roared on in an overclocked display of candlelight. Windows break and wood burns as the heat continued to rise. The man stood idle with a cold inflection as he enjoyed watching on as it would dance for him. NPC's come barreling out of it, shrieking in a panicked state unsure how to respond. Fumbling and falling to their knees, some losing their footing and rolling to a gentle stop. The fleshy smell would cause most to be sick to their stomach, but Lancaster found it mildly amusing. Taking the bottle of whiskey clutched by the neck in his left hand to his lips, a remainder of w

Username: Lancaster Real name: Vincenzo Lionetti Age: 31 Gender: Male Height: 6'1 Background: A simple man with a normal upbringing, heralding from Northern Europe. Two parents, undisclosed and yet noted as ordinary. The boy turned man excelled heavily in his studies, finding no issue in progressing or applying himself. Lancaster found an inkling to flame, and by extension an affinity for all things dealing in that flame. Was incarcerated at the age of 12 for burning down a chemistry lab after an 'experiment' went awry. Proper procedures were assumed not followed, yet this wa