[@liferusher][@Lucius Cypher]

[center][h2][color=tomato]Ezekiel "Ease" Evans [/color][/h2][/center]
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One of the cat girls kept glaring and snarling at him. [i][color=tomato]It's getting hard to tell whether they're stray kids or stray cats at this point...[/color][/i] Next they, understandably, pointed out that they'd get kicked out since they didn't have any money. He shrugged, stopped walking, and said [color=tomato]"You guys don't have money, but I do. I doubt they'll care so long as someone's paying."[/color]

Just as he was about to continue his walk or, alternatively, answer anymore of their questions, he stopped once more. God dammit, one of them looked like they were close to collapsing. [i][color=tomato]Ugh...I should probably take care of that, shouldn't I? Fuck you conscience.[/color][/i]

Out of seemingly nowhere though, the literal last voice he was expecting piped up. 

[color=firebrick]”Ease? What are you doing here?”[/color] 

His eyes immediately snapped over to where the voice was coming from and, just as he expected, stood the familiar knight clad in armor. Like previously, images of that night flashed into his head as he looked over to the man, the smell of embers and blood once again penetrating his nose. And as with the elf, the image of the knight started to contort with images of his bloodied and impaled corpse, back and forth like a pendulum. However, while it still felt like an eternity before the images left, they did in a more natural way. As if someone was burning the images of last night and replacing them with the current, real images. Which allowed Ease calm himself far easier(see what I did thar).

Shaking his head and looking back towards the knight, he noticed him say his name in a certain...tone. A not good tone. Due to his mind currently being in about 13 different places at once, he instead raised an eyebrow in legitimate confusion. [color=tomato]"Huh? Uh...Malakaus, what's up?"[/color] He said, trying to figure out what the actual hell was going on.