"Welcome bitch boy!" He declares as Wilbur walks in.
"Hello gremlin child." Wilbur retorts.
"How do you always manage to be here when no one else is?" He questions, recognizing the pattern.
" I just don't come on lively nights." Wilbur explains.
"The fact that you have shown that you are over possessive doesn't not help your argument." He snickers, reminding Wilbur of his knowledge.
"I am not stalking the cafe!" Wilbur argues, crossing their arms.
"Sure you aren't big man, sure you aren't." He mocks, rolling his eyes as he goes to make Wilbur's coffee.
He quickly gets done with the man's coffee and pops in on the counter.
"Wilbur your bean water is done." He announces.
"Don't call it that. It makes it sound bad." Wilbur pouts, taking their distance of a coffee.
"Then get the leaf water." He snickers, sending Wilbur grow even more irritated.
"Why are you like this. I would rather listen to the weird religious kid." Wilbur sighs, going to sit at one of the tables.
"Are you talking about the time I scolded you on your blasphemy, or did you find a another religious person. If it's the first option I'm not a kid!" He puts out.
"The second option." Wilbur answers.
"I wish upon them Primes blessings for having to deal with your blasphemous ass." He snickers, watching Wilbur pout at the reminder of their blasphemous comment.
He suddenly enters a place without sense except for hearing of the voices.
"We did it! We possessed Tommy's body!" The voices cheer.
"Y'all what!" He yells in shock.
"We possessed your body and now it's time to party." The voices giggle.
"Give me back my body or I swear I'm not feeding y'all anymore blood." He orders.
"Fine," The voices pout.
He stitches up a drunks arm with their own blood.
Stitches are best suited for small injuries like this as they use less energy and reveal less of his ability's.
The stitches are quite stable though and are much better than the ones you get at a medical center though.
He pulls the drunk into a alleyway then continues his patrol.
He leaps across buildings as his hair whips around under his hood. His boats clanking on the road tops.
He takes in the most quiet part of his patrol. The reason being this is the part closest to the syndicate territory.
So close in fact that if he were to jump to the buildings across the street from him he would be in syndicate territory.
This fact makes it the most quiet but dangerous part of his patrol, but also one of his favorites.
He starts to hear light footsteps coming his way. He stops dead in his tracks.
"Who's there, I can hear your running on buildings!" He calls, looking around him, mostly eyeing the syndicate territory.
He puts in the headphones in case it's Siren again.
The steps are behind him.
He whips around to see Blade as the person behind the footsteps.
His muscles tense. His heart races. His mind cowers.
"Hullo." His voice decides to do.
The voices blow up in laughter at the fun reaction.
"Siren wasn't lying when he said you don't attack at first sight of a villain." Blade hums, jumping to the building he's on.
"Don't see a reason to if you aren't currently causing a threat to anyone." He answers simply.
"Siren said you were jumpy, but you don't seem to be right now. Why is that?" Blade questions, sitting on the roof offering him to sit with them.
"Siren was acting as if they were going to pose a threat while you are only seeming to be a potential threat." He answers, getting a chuff from Blade.
"Siren said you were avian. Is this true?" Blade questions further.
"The statement is correct, the reason you do not see my wings now is because people would try to take advantage of my wings volubility." He explains, flopping his jacket off his shoulders to reveal his golden wings and hair.
He extends the appendages to prove that they are indeed real.
"Holy shit, give him a halo and he could be a angel from a fairytale." The voices joke.
Blade sits there and stares.
"Gold?" Blade mutters, getting up and taking a few steps closer to him.
Oh yah, Blades a piglin hybrid.
"Do these feel like gold to you." He says as he bashes one of his wings at Blade.
Blade grabs on to the wing and pulls him closer.
He flinches at the touch still not use to touch exactly not to his wings.
"Ay fuck off you prick!" He yells, kicking Blade away and shoving his wings into his hoodie and pulling his hood over his head.
Blade snaps out of their gold ridden haze.
"Sorry." Blade whispers obviously embarrassed.
"Get continue with your questioning or whatever." He sighs flustered at the whole predicament.
Blade coughs a few times.
"Siren mentioned you could make thing out of your own blood. What exactly are the limitations to that?" Blade questions.
"I won't name all of them because I honestly don't know all of them and it's stupid to give information like that away to someone that can use the information to their advantage, but I will tell you I can make casts, stitches, most weapons, and shields." He answers, letting Blades mind wonder on the subject.
"You can use your power for medical purposes?" Blade asks intrigued.
"More than I'll show the masses." He snarks, sitting down finally.
"I have a offer, if you help with bandaging the syndicates wounds I'll make sure they don't harm you or your allies unless provoked." Blade persuades.
"Get Tommy to be y'all's healer, unless you're scared to fall under that haze again, but that's outrageous for the leader of the syndicate isn't it." He chimes, venue dripping from his voice.
Blade visibly tenses and demeanor become more hostile at the words.
"How do you know this information." Blade snarls, putting their hand over their sword.
"The birds are snitches and the underground already knows of Tommy's existence. I just found out his name through one of his connections that we happen to share." He replies, lifting a finger that a crow perches on almost immediately.
"You have connections with Tommy!" He hears a familiar voice yell.
Why the fuck does Siren have to be here.
"Tommy knows a lot more people than they let on." He answers, 'a lot more people of interest' goes unsaid but heard.
"It explains why he didn't ask for a favor in return." Blade bites.
"You got it wrong, from what I heard they heal because it reminds them of better times." He explains, wanting the villains to trust his civilization persona.
"Hey Blood, want to know something cool!" The crow on his finger chirps.
"Do I really have a choice in the matter." He chirps with a deadpan esc tone.
"No." The bird answers.
"Fine, what is it?" He sighs bringing the bird closer to his face to hear it better.
"TimeKeeper and a few others that have partnered up to exterminate those weird red vines every where found out they come from some weird egg like thing." The small crow explains.
He nods his head in thanks for the information and looks back at Blade to see Siren has joined them by their side.
"You can speak with Angels flock!" Siren gasps.
Is this bitch really that stupid.
"All birds can communicate with other flocks just like different families can communicate. He explains, sighing at having to explain this to grown men. I mean Purpled's my flock and you can still speak with them can you not?
He leaves them with that star striking information.
Getting up he runs and jumps onto the next roof, and the next, and the next.
"Hey Pan!" He chirps to a crow he recognizes from Angles flock.
"Yes?" The bird answers.
"Can you tell Angle I agree to Blades offer. I'll give you a cracker if you do." He persuades.
"You had me at tell." He bird chirps, flying off.
He swears he is biting off more than he can chew. Perhaps the voices loud violent mouths could come in handy.
He could just let the voices possess him but first he needs to lay down some rules.
Rules for being Blood.
No killing
Only harm if provoked or necessary to catch a wrong'n
Don't attack Karen's even if provoked unless they are committing a crime
No saying or doing things that affect reputation or out of costume life
If Dream appears run, do not at any cost engage
If TimeKeeper needs anything follow their orders even if it breaks the other rules stated
Heal any injuries you find even if they're a result of rule 2
Report when you end and and any criminals that are caught to Firefox
Tie up criminals
Don't take bribes or offers, if there's a offer from someone important give back body
If a god try's to speak or do anything to the body fall asleep in a dark place. This is the most important rule
These are the 10 rules that need to be Blood.
He walks home through a alleyway. He took off his vigilant gear in a dumpster and carry's it in his little snowflake bag that Revivbur got him all that time ago.
He hidden it in the alleyway by the park on the edge of the syndicate territory. The one with the red vines on the bench.
The vines seem to spread like a disease across the land, all coming from the Badlands. All connected except for the ones on the bench.
The vines upon the bench wither and decay but are still very much alive as they slither like maggots.
The red vines are truly a anomaly aren't they. A plant like being that seems to be sentient, seems to be intelligent.
Perhaps a alien parasite? Purpled would be trying to keep him away from it then. Whatever not his problem.
He unlocks his door walking in and locking it behind him.
He walks the trek to his room.
When he enters he immediately takes off the binder that held down his wings. To tired to go through the whole process of putting on his shirt he stumbles into bed.
Flopping down onto it he drifts into a soft sleep.
He is standing outside a black castle.
It is familiar but he has never been somewhere that could have possibly of had something like this.
The castle is made mostly of deep slate.
What catches his eye is the garden of wither roses, black dahlias, marigolds, and red roses.
He walks over to look at the array of flowers.
They all are so delicate.
He's aware this has to be a dream so he reaches out and plucks a wither rose.
It feels so real but wither roses are supposed to harm and this one does not. It feels soft and fuzzy like a normal rose.
He puts the rose into his hair and looks over to the castle doors.
He walks over to them.
When he reaches them he realizes he feels off.
Were his wings always so weird feeling? Was his head always so heavy? Did his clothes always feel like that? Could he always see so much.
He flutters his wings and it feels like the movement is doubled with is weird.
He grabs the handles of the doors and realizes his sleeves are different.
They're red and fancy. He's pretty sure it's called a tiered. Though it doesn't explain why he is wearing it.
Even if this is a dream he has never wear clothing like this yet he still feels the stitching of the fabric.
It's so odd.
He pulls open the doors to reveal a grand throne room.
He walks in and looks around at the detailing of the room.
There's a throne in the back made of a shiny black metal he has seen heroes wear as armor for time to time.
Netherite.
How does he know the name? He has never been given its name before.
He walks over to the throne for a better look.
The throne is beautiful. The dark material blends well in a intimidating yet soft blend. It's a throne worthy of the castle it resides in.
He smiles, looking back to the doors.
He feels prideful. It maybe because he can see a place like this. It maybe for something deeper.
One day he may know.
"I wish Techno could see this place. He would love it." He says to no one in particular.
"As you wish." A mysterious monotone voice says.
He walks over to a hallway he spots to his left.
It leads to a lot of different rooms. Maybe one of them have a mirror for him to see how he looks in this dream.
The rooms have signs over them and he uses them to count out the ones that have no chance of having a mirror.
It feels as if the castle warps as he is one the first floor to the left one second and on the third floor on the right the next.
A door stands to his left with a sign that reads something in a different language that seems ancient, but for some reason he recognizes it as a name. After which it says room.
So it is someone's room.
He walks to the door slowly opening it.
The room is simple but complex.
The layout is simple with a bed in the corner, a closet on the opposite wall, a desk, and a mirror by the closet.
The complex thing is it constantly seems to be changing in the small details.
He walks in and goes to the mirror.
He all most jumps at his own reflection.
He has two sets of wings, a pair of red horns that are covered in a red fog, a tail that is black but at the middle splits into being covered in the same red fog, crimson red eyes, and a black halo to top it all off.
The bigger pair of wings are black, a black deeper than the shadows and have red eyes on them.
The smaller pair are his normal pair.
Both pairs are in armor with some jewelry that gives a fleer of life to them.
His clothes fit him well.
A red mid evil suit with black jeans held together with a belt that holds a sword. High knee boots that are accessorized with red vines.
The same ones from the bench.
A emerald hangs from a golden string earring that hangs comfortably from his right ear.
He loves the look. His asleep mind knows him well.
He goes over to the window looking out of it. It shows that the castle resides on a floating island.
This place is quite nice.