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Endor
Two months ago he was invited to have a nice, cheerful conversation with his concerned pink friend, [member="Joza Perl"]. That would make the third time that someone was interested in his new mindset. Luckily, she was pretty good at diffusing bombs, preventing catastrophe. How she did was still a mystery to him, but as grateful as he was, trouble seemed to follow him everywhere.
After journeying to Dathomir with [member="Dax Fyre"] to consult with a Witch on some things that could help him exact his revenge, he had became more and more anti-social, staying away from the general public to hone his abilities and further his knowledge. That was, until he remembered a certain someone whom would be the most disappointing with his acceptance to the dark.
He knew very well that she would take such an act as a personal failure as she tried to keep her love on the light side, or at least on the fence. But all good things did not last forever, and he had come to terms with the matter. If she would was a completely different matter. Whether she knew it or not, she was his world, and he stayed alive, literally for her. Not being suicidal, just risky. The Hands of Death had came for him many times, but he slapped them away and kept trucking.
Now he awaited patiently, his hair still wet from earlier when he jumped off the cliff into the water below him, a good 50 feet below him. Sure, it was rather crazy to some, but he loved the thrill. It was all that was really there for him anymore, as he had a feeling the Kitsune women he had fell in love with would not be happy with his change.
[member="Kimiko"]