[center][color=red][h1][i]~ALASTOR~[/i][/h1][/color][/center]
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Alastor readjusted the somewhat stiff collar of his new undershirt and coat as he stared down at the unconscious man lying at his feet. The storekeeper. While the former lord would have preferred to slip in and out with a new change of apparel unnoticed, the human seemed to have had a difference of opinion about the matter and confronted him. First to see if he was a potential customer then, after taking note of the hospital garb and overall disheveled state Alastor was in, the man quickly changed his tone to one of worry and concern. Emotions which quickly shifted themselves into distrust and wariness as the man realized that Alastor must have escaped from some institution nearby. Seeing the realization dawn upon the mans face, Alastor had watched, in a rather nonchalant manner, as the storekeeper made a move for the phone sitting on his desk, letting him get his hopes up, before utilizing his new bodies seemingly enhanced nature to intercept the man and swiftly take him down.

After that matter had been taken care of, Alastor had chosen the clothes he had wanted, and was about to leave the store when an odd pang radiate throughout his body from somewhere deep within him. It was almost as though it was a hunger of some kind.

And so he found himself standing here, staring down at the man he had rendered unconscious, desiring [I]something[/I] without knowing exactly what it was. Slowly lowering himself into a crouch, the Laizu reached out and gently laid his hand against the mans forehead as the hunger within him roared to life, and before he knew it, the mans body had became a shriveled husk. Completely devoid of life. A very curious thing indeed. Getting back to his feet, the exiled Umbral Lord looked down at his hands, examining them closely for a bit, before letting them fall to his sides. Turning towards the stores entrance, he started to leave, when a cane leaning against a nearby wall caught his eye. Picking it up and tearing off the price tag he did a small flourish with it, as though it were a sword, before tucking it under his arm and exiting the building. Setting out at a quick pace, Alastor strode down the street the shop was situated on, wanting to put as much distance between him and the place as possible.

After all, it wouldn't do to get captured again just because of a moments hesitation or indecision.