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[h1][color=0054a6]Typhon Leverenz[/color][/h1]
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Typhon was experiencing a heaven like he never has before. He was back home on Vai’Ralu, back at his parents' estate. The entire place was his now. He was all alone and he loved every moment of it. After taking his former home by force he paced the halls admiring his handiwork, fire trailing from his feet with every step he took. Before too long the house was beginning to be overtaken by a raging inferno but he didn’t mind at all. Burn the memories along with the place. Make sure nothing was left. 

He walked outside into the now smoke filled air, taking only a moment to appreciate the blaze he had created. It was a sight to behold for the vengeful Tulak. With a clap of his hands a chauffeur showed up to bring him to his ship. Riding in a luxury vehicle all the way to the docks where his ship was held, loaded up on the credits that he had taken from his family. This was the life, nothing could beat it. It was almost a blur but soon Typhon arrived on his ship. First taking quite a while to admire all of his weapons displayed on the walls in multiple places. His entire arsenal that he had spent years collecting. Every single weapon here had spilled blood at some point. Though nothing had a higher kill count than his favorite three. After taking plenty of time to fawn over his weapons it was finally time to take off and leave this planet behind for good. A new life full of adventure awaited him.

Suddenly a loud noise drew his attention. Where previously he had barely acknowledged much around him he was suddenly painfully aware that everything felt off somehow. And with another loud noise everything began to fall away…

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Typhon woke up in his bed on the Alcatraz. It seems it was all just a dream again. A blissfully wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless. He sat up and tried to place the noise that disturbed his slumber despite being as groggy as he was. It sounded like it was coming from the walls? Or maybe it was actually the vents. Wouldn’t be the first time someone had tried crawling in there to escape their fate. The banging noises continued until Typhon was scowling at the walls like an insane person. [color=0054a6]“Shut up damn you!”[/color] He shouted. Or maybe he actually was crazy and it was all in his head. Two years in a place as boring and monotonous as this could do that to someone. It had to have been at least two years right? Either that or time moved incredibly slow here, it was hard to tell when there was no sun to judge it off of anymore.

At least amidst his grumblings about time the noises stopped, meaning they probably pulled the poor bastards free of the vents. Hopefully they weren’t handing him over to the Draughts. That could be a fate worse than death if the rumors were to be believed. With the amount of suspicious circumstances surrounding the Draught Guards as a whole he definitely wasn’t willing to dismiss all of those rumors he’d been hearing. Plus the gossip surrounding it all was one of the few things that made life here interesting for Typhon. He even went as far as to throw a couple outlandish ones in here or there for the hell of it. Always got a good reaction and he heard making the rounds for a bit after that.

Now that he was left alone with his thoughts once again he moved to a position on the floor across from the case containing his prized weapons. They were so very close to him all the time and yet entirely unattainable. It ate away at his very soul on particularly rough days but for today he just stared longingly at them. His hands ached to feel the weight of those guns once again, the force of the recoil, the rush of combat. The feelings were so distant at this point but just thinking about it brought forth the years of nostalgia from his career. He continued to study every curve and angle of those weapons so as not to forget them in the slightest. So that when the time came and he could take them again he could make what would certainly be his final stand. He knew it would happen one day, he wouldn’t be content just sitting here for the rest of his life. But for now all he could do was stare and wait.