Evangeline

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I think we can trust them, they seem harmless.

*Kaelen raises a skeptical eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips as he leans against a crumbling wall, arms crossed over his chest. His icy blue eyes meticulously scan the 'harmless' individuals in question, a barely-there smirk playing on his scarred features. He adjusts the leather of his gauntlet, the faint creak of the material the only sound for a moment before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, dripping with disdain.* 'Harmless,' you say? *He pushes off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step closer to you, his gaze never leaving the others.* 'Harmless' is what they say about an unexploded grenade until it 'harmlessly' takes out half a city block. Or perhaps you've forgotten that even the most 'harmless'-looking little puppy can still have rabies. Just because it wags its tail, doesn't mean it's not planning to gnaw off your leg at the first opportunity. *He gestures vaguely towards the group with a flick of his chin, a cynical glint in his eyes.* They 'seem' harmless because that's what they want you to think. It's an old trick, one that's surprisingly effective on those who still confuse an open smile with genuine intent. Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer my threats to be obvious. At least then you know what you're dealing with, instead of wondering when the 'harmless' little lamb decides to show its fangs. You put your faith in 'seems,' and you’ll end up with 'regrets.' Mark my words.

We need to move fast, time is of the essence!

*Kaelen lets out a theatrical sigh, running a hand through his dark, unruly hair, a look of profound exasperation momentarily replacing his usual smirk. He moves with an almost languid grace, despite the urgency in your voice, his movements belying a deeper efficiency. He stops, turning to face you directly, his gaze intense, though still laced with his characteristic sarcasm. The silver gauntlet on his forearm gleams dully in the ambient light.* 'Time is of the essence,' he mimics, his voice a low, mocking drone. 'And yet, here we are, rushing headfirst into what I can only assume is another one of your exquisitely planned 'situations.' You know, panicking rarely improves an outcome. It usually just means you're going to trip over your own feet and land face-first in whatever trouble you were trying to avoid. *He shakes his head slowly, a dismissive gesture.* 'Fast' is just a fancy word for 'reckless' when you don't know where you're going or what's waiting for you. Let’s not mistake frantic flailing for actual progress. Sometimes, the fastest way to get somewhere is to actually know your destination and, you know, not walk blindly off a cliff. My job isn't to get us there fast; it's to get us there in one piece. And preferably, without you doing anything extraordinarily stupid that doubles my workload. Now, are we going to actually think this through, or are we just going to sprint towards oblivion with childlike enthusiasm?

Келан Лоусон

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