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[The Evil certainly had picked a good target for wanting to create chaos and commit crimes around Trench. Keith was highly susceptible to it's power and easily fell under it's control. He stalked through town to various places, the burn scar on his cheek looking more like a fresh injury, and just wreaked havoc anywhere he went. Breaking things, stealing things, getting into fights with others, generally being a big jerk to anyone unlucky enough to cross his path.

By now, his hair was a deep shade of violet and shaggier looking than usual, and his eyes had taken on a somewhat cat-like appearance with a faint yellow glow. His fingernails, having morphed into claws, poked through the fingertips of his gloves, and he walked slightly hunched, like he was a feral animal on alert for attack. Anyone who tried to stop him from acting on his impulses was met with a snarl and a baring of his fangs. If they backed off, he might leave them alone, but there was just as likely a chance he'd attack anyway. But, if anyone continued to bar him from his goal, he would most definitely fight them.]

Jeez... it's so hot...!

[it's like someone flipped a switch the second the month turns! but that's how it gets around here, isn't it? sudden changes, new moon phases...

still, this one's a bit tough to adjust to gracefully when it's this warm even at night! Manabu had hoped a stroll from the Roost in Cellar Door would cool him off from the stuffiness of indoors, but it's stuffy outdoors too! he sighs, tugging at the collar of his shirt as he ambles, following the hazy glow of lamplight, on his way to one of the teleporting lanterns.

as they go, his omen, Magnet, ambles along with less care for the weather. he's the one who catches wind of the unseemly noises and feeling of eyes following them. the omen stops, ears cocked and nose twitching, now on alert.]

[It was certainly hot, but that wasn't stopping Keith's rampage. But, at the sound of someone approaching, he paused, listening. He gave a soft growl, annoyed that he might be interrupted, and dropped the crate he had pulled from a local vendor stand, letting it hit the ground with a wooden crack. He started moving towards what he had heard, aiming to get rid of whoever it was before they became a problem.]

[Magnet's hackles raise, prompting an uneasy feeling to hit Manabu and give him reason to slow to a stop and listen. the feeling of eyes on him is one thing, but he's getting the feeling of danger from the area.

as he starts to look around, his hand falls to the holstered pistol on his hip.

quietly:] ...What's out there, Magnet? [he's answered with a low growl.]

[Magnet's growl was echoed from not far away. Keith flexed his fingers, fangs bared, and then charged.]

You won't stop me!

[whoa.

the echoed growl was disconcerting enough, but when Manabu turns and sees a shape lunging out of the dark, he quickly lifts the pistol and fires at it before using the momentum of his move to hasten out of its trajectory.

adrenaline spikes, sending popping sparks of electricity up through his scalp. Magnet doesn't waste time in meeting lunge for lunge, ready to jump in and chomp a limb to stop its assault on his person.]

[There was a burst of cold as Keith manifested ice as soon as he saw the weapon swing in his direction. He shifted his momentum to react, the ice shattering when the bullet struck and burst through. It grazed Keith's arm as he shifted his momentum.

He raised his hands then, firing off several sharp icicles at Manabu. Projectiles, huh? Keith could do that, too.]

[oh. bad. standing his ground to fire now turns out to be a bad idea.

Manabu brings up his forearms to shield his face as ice zips past him, lacerating fabric and skin alike on their way. where blood is drawn, sparks flicker and pop, attracted to metal and the ends of his hair as a long-standing static.

while Magnet jumps up to latch onto one of Keith's arms, Manabu darts down the street in search of cover, hopping over an idle wagon while he checks his pistol's settings and watches shadows moving on the wall nearby to give him an idea of where he's at.]

[Evilized Keith doesn't care about a dog. The Evil had drawn on Keith's Galra strength and endurance, contorting him into something bigger and stronger. He flicked his arm, trying to dislodge the dog from its grip on his arm, intending to track down his opponent.]

July 1 - 9

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July 10 - Closed to Lance & Sasuke, possibly Sakura later, Death

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July 11 - 17, Squid Time, Recovery, Gradual loss of squid-ness

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