HERE COMES TROUBLE | TORTURE/CAPTURE

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

(sorry for such a late reply! Couldn't really reply over the holidays)

He didn't even know the creatures name, and honestly, most of him didn't even really care all things considered. The guy just seemed to have a thing for annoying him, and eventually, he was going to slit the other man's throat in his sleep the next chance that he got. Vagabond didn't play nice with others, and there were instances that he could even attack those that were part of the crew if someone got him angry enough. He was a ticking time bomb and his actions were almost always unpredictable on what he was going to end up doing. He had been busy for the past couple of weeks, and part of him was just getting exhausted from all of it. A portion of him just wanted to kill everyone in this group so that he wouldn't have to deal with their annoying mugs, but that wouldn't be good for business now would it? Vagabond didn't even look at Kliment as the other began to make his way over, his twin tails lashing violently behind the massive hellbeast. Instead, one of his throwing knives would float into the air and aim to impale itself right next to Kliment's paw, hand, whatever. "Fuck off. I'm working." Vagabond would say in a calm manner, the massive Hellhound only giving the beast one warning and that was it. He was trying to get some answers and he was going to get them whether the female liked it or not. He didn't want to be bothered. God, he hated this place. In the city, he would at least be able to find a private area to do this, but here it seemed like everyone needed to come over and try to interact with him.

His attention had remained on the small feline, and he watched as she tried to move her arms from the knives that pinned her down to the ground. He hadn't been that close to her and looked at her feeble movements. He wasn't here to have fun, he was here for intel and nothing else. Her next words at least gave some form of a hint of what she was using. Elementals. Well, that didn't give him much information, but it was at least something anyway. Vagabond didn't bother to care what the female said about the clan, which she was probably talking about Rosebloods. He didn't consider himself to be one of them, and never followed any of their laws or rules for that matter. He flicked one of his large black ears before another throwing knife appeared, and he aimed to gently lower it into the female's gut. Vagabond didn't care if he hit any vital organs, as with a knife, she would bleed out slowly if he kept the knife in. If he kept the knife out, then she would readily bleed to death. "How many different elemental abilities are there? Who can use them?" Vagabond questioned the smaller feline. He was a human, these abilities were completely foreign to him and he had no reason to believe that these abilities were possible. Although, one could consider him an idiot when he was using an elemental power right then and there with his throwing knives.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]