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[FELIKS]

FELIKS — SNOWBOUND

The caution exhibited by the other appeared to be nothing more than an unnecessary hurdle in the grand scheme of things. Regardless of whether or not this refuse chose to be honest with him, information would still be garnered some way. Perhaps through interrogation, a swift kick to another's teeth would've been enough to get them to spill the beans in most circumstances, or maybe he could grow lazy and ask someone about the groups of these territories. With bias ringing in the air from those like the 'Ascendants' (whom was on his list of animals he needed talk to since it was one of two names he was familiarised with) Feliks didn't understand why they'd take a risk making an enemy out of him. Heck, he was a pretty big deal! Was... a quick lump was swallowed in his throat followed shortly by a hoarse cackle, Feliks giving a brief nod of his head to the one who spoke to him. "Fair enough. I'll let ya in on a little secret though, I'm new to these parts, and you know what others are like, they tend to twist information about other groups to make their own seem cooler. You'll probably do it to, as you implied, honesty ain't always the best thing towards a stranger but really... what is there to learn that I could't just figure out the old fashioned way? I figured I'd be nice at least,".

He had no reason to be nice, no reason to be rude, no reason for anything in his life. With no purpose and no aspirations, he was like a spirit trying to break free of the shackles that mortality cast upon him, but it was easier said than done. Green eyes flashed towards Fischer and Lucifer, offering them the same silent treatment but keeping a note of their reactions towards him for future reference. The one showed no focus in their eyes, the other seemed a little chilly - no things that he wasn't yet adjusted to. Feliks had always been a tough cookie to phase, but apathy came at a great cost when on the inside he was a being overwhelmed with emotions. "Feliks," he cooed, looking back towards Argus. "It's Feliks... no last names or anything, can't stand family names... so it's just plain ol' Feliks,".

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