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It was late, later than he'd anticipated. And he was beginning to feel anxious.

To his dismay, the vehicle he'd been waiting for still hadn't shown. Mishka was contemplating leaving at this point but something nagged at him to stay. The man shuffled where he stood and stuck his hands into his pockets as he impatiently looked around once more. From where he currently stood, strategically located, he lay hidden in the shadows of the city park's trees yet was still able to clearly see down both ends of the street. It was all entirely intentional and something he'd been planning for weeks now. Where the hell is he? he thought irritably. Mishka's target of the evening was Officer Mark Bates, a twelve-year veteran in the city's police force. Spotless record, typical family guy. But a job was a job and it wasn't often the man asked questions when presented with tasks like this. So long as the price was right and the reason was valid, he had no issue taking a life. Mishka had served in the army once; it was expected of every soldier to pull the trigger when an opportunity presented itself so he wasn't new to the whole 'murderer' thing. But it was the cop-killer title he was worried about. In the right places it gave a powerful reputation but if a word of his criminal activities ever so much as uttered a peep to the wrong person, he's be dead before the news could properly cover his story. Everybody knew cops killed cop-killers but no one wanted to admit it. They'd label it a suicide, give him his week of fame, and then the whole world would forget Mishka ever existed.

Mishka perked up when the familiar black-and-white car pulled up to the corner across the street from him. Its siren lights were off but not the search light on the hood of the automobile. Bates was on patrol, and he was alone. Perfect.

According to his sources, the officer came around this way every other Tuesday to this particular drug store. Some rumors claimed he was restocking on his blood pressure meds while others stated that he was friends with one of the pharmacists. Mishka didn't know and frankly he didn't care. Time to move. "Hey!" The officer -who'd just turned off his automobile- snapped his head in Mishka's direction as the male jogged over, his erratic breathing giving the impression that he'd been running or frightened. "Sir please step back from the vehicle. Can I help you?" the older man asked him. Of course he was being cautious. Mishka backpedaled a respectable couple of paces and put up a finger gesture in a wordless request asking the officer to wait as he composed himself. Bates put an arm on the windowsill as he leaned out. "I think I just witnessed a murder." Bates looked genuinely concerned now. "Can you show me where you saw this happen?" He was starting the engine again, preparing to follow Mishka's directions. Mishka looked up and straightened out, breathing suddenly normal again. "Yeah. Here."

It took less than five seconds. Mishka leaned in through the open window and grabbed the officer before huffing out a lungful of flames. Everything was on fire.

There was an awful shriek as the human flailed in panic and pain. Mishka backed up and watched as the blaze engulfed it all. The man soon stopped screaming and Mishka knew then his job was done, he had no need to stick around any longer. It was dark but that didn't mean the neighborhood was sleeping. He was willing to bet that at least someone heard the racket they'd made. Sure enough, people were starting to pour out of nearby buildings. There was a noise and Mishka shielded himself just before the burning metal abruptly blew up. He pulled up his balaclava.

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Mishka simply shrugged his shoulders and ate in silence as Amber left. A short while later he threw out his trash and grabbed his things before following. He had a few hours to kill before lectures. So, hoping to make the most of that time, Mishka drove down to the local grocery store. After spending a couple of hours there he returned back to the apartment to drop everything off then went to spend his last hour in the campus cafeteria.

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"Sounds like you're pushing your luck but okay." Mishka didn't bother waiting for the water to cool and instead dropped a few ice cubes in. He stirred for a few seconds before finally digging in, eating straight out of the paper container with a couple of cheap wooden chopsticks. "I'm gonna be out late tonight so don't freak out if you hear someone at the door." He'd obviously do his best to keep as quiet as possible upon entry but he had no idea how light of a sleeper she was. Plus he'd feel terrible if he ended up accidentally scaring the shit outta her. Not to mention he'd really hate it if the cops ended up getting involved... Mishka liked to think of himself as a private man. The less who pried their nose into his business, the better.

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The man sighed, loudly. "You wanna stop staring? I can feel your gaze burning a hole in my shirt." Although Mishka was fully aware that she wasn't gawking as badly as he'd made it sound, he wanted to point out that he caught her quick glimpses before ducking in search of stomach fuel. For no purpose at all other than simply to get under Amber's skin. Actually, even now he occasionally spotted her glance in the space between the refrigerator's door and frame -he found it pretty funny. While they weren't exactly without food, the apartment seemed to be stock with everything except something to make a decent meal out of. Lot's of condiments and just-add-water kind of stuff but nothing really appealed to him at the moment. They should make as shopping list and take care of that soon. Mishka sighed, close the fridge door, and settled on instant noodles. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" he asked while adding the water.

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He raised a brow and grinned widely at the woman's poorly masked reaction. "Sorry" Mishka apologized but he didn't really mean it. This was much too amusing for him to regret, even if she was mad and decided to chew him out for it later. The man easily caught the wet chunk of fabric before it hit him and laughed unabashedly as he tossed it back before turning to leave. Obediently, Mishka marched back to his room and rummaged through his mountain of clean laundry on his chair. He picked out a pair of dark jeans then threw on a black-&-white tie-dyed tee shirt. Thankfully it matched and looked decent enough. He put on his beanie (it was black with a small winking emoji smiley face sticking out its tongue, with X's for eyes) then returned to the kitchen. Mishka opened the fridge and practically stuck half his upper body in it while trying to search for something to eat.

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Mishka was naturally a low-maintenance person when it came to hygiene. Unless the weather was smoldering or he deliberately worked up a sweat, he didn't have to worry about showering more than once every couple days. Plus his skin was more on the dry side so oil wasn't an issue either and it also seemed that BO didn't apply here. So, that said, his showers rarely ever lasted longer than five minutes. Definitely helpful when it came to the bills. Mishka manged to wake himself up with the refreshing water and quickly dried himself off before stepping out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was carried his clothes in a bundle under his arm and dumped them into the hamper in his room, then traveled to the kitchen. He paused in the doorway when he spotted Amber. "Oh. I didn't think you were actually here." Not that he was embarrassed by his half-dressed state but he wasn't sure how his roommate would feel about that.

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As predicted, he was up late. Again. Not enough to miss his afternoon lectures but enough where his morning wasted away unproductively as he unconsciously drooled onto his pillows and knotted pile of bedspreads. Mishka was never the early-bird type, not unless he deliberately pulled an all-nighter and waited until the morning hours rolled around. Without waiting to see if his roommate was within the vicinity Mishka pulled on a navy wife-beater and a pair of grey sweats over his boxers, then padded out of his bedroom to head towards the unit's single bathroom. "I'm taking up the bathroom" he called out tiredly. If Amber was present then this was both a last-minute warning in case she needed to use the toilet and an unspoken plea for her not to use the water. He'd already learned the hard way just how cold it could get if one of the sinks were turned on. Mishka turned on the shower and closed the door.

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

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A solid hour has passed already, and my efforts were all for naught. I chose to sit down just a few minutes ago and watch but now I'm growing bored and -to be entirely honest- impatient with him. "Please Augen, don't do this to me. We're almost there. Come back!" My over-sized kitten was currently about elbow deep the river and absolutely refuses to come out. Although he wouldn't know what to do with it afterwards, he's trying to catch some of the fish swimming through the rushing water. Stupid cat. He's only ever managed to catch one in his life out of the dozens of attempts he's made but he can never be discouraged of anything. Just distracted. We ran out of treats the other day so there goes that option. I looked around and tried to think of something I hadn't already done but came up with (surprise) nothing. Another sigh furls into the air and I get up, dusting off my pants. "Alright I'm leaving" I announce, as if he understands what I'm saying. The feline continues to play happily in the water and I turn around to step back onto the trail connecting the villages. Despite rumors, the forests around here are pretty safe but unfortunately too many people believe the silly gossip so the untouched path is starting to become covered by the growing foliage. Hoping this plan works, I deliberately refrain from looking over my shoulder and resume my trek along the traveler's route.

It's a quiet walk. There's a soft crunch beneath my feet for even the slightest movement, and the local birds are singing their little hearts out. But the noises are much more pleasing than that of rambunctious bazaars and or anyplace else that has a large crowds. I don't have a problem with villagers but sometimes its nice to just take a step back and enjoy the nature. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I can hear Augen even before he runs along to brush his head under my palm. I chuckle and runs my fingers through his fur. "You big baby." He purrs loudly before running ahead to explore. I can't see anything from here yet but I think we're almost at the village.

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