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Villager: Killian

It was past midnight when Zatarin silently crept his way to where Killian resides. It was for sure not exactly visiting hours right now. Why he was here so late is anyone's guess. He made it to Killian's place and stood quietly outside, thinking for a moment before taking something small out of a bag. You'd think Zatarin would just knock at least, but- No. He starts picking the lock with a bit of metal he brought which caused a quiet rattle and scratch on the doorknob. Why he knows how to pick a lock, well, I'm sure he has some reason. It for sure wasn't a good one. I'm sure a certain someone would love to write him a ticket about it...

It doesn't take Zatarin long to get the door unlocked, and when he does he slowly and as quietly as he can opens the door and walks inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He looked around at his surroundings, not sure what was inside or if Killian was asleep or awake. He stayed as silent as he could at the moment, waiting to see if he suddenly gets ambushed or not.

A box has appeared on Killian's doorstep! When opened, it would blast him with glitter. Ah yes, glitter bombs. The one who had left it was not anyone known to him, must have been there sent by someone to be all sneaky. A note was inside, it said "Sup, glitter boy?" and that was it.

"I, uh." Zatarin stared at Killian in confusion as he spoke, questioning just what it was he said that was so bad to set him off like that. "At least I remember y... Where are you going?!" Zatarin let out a snort as Killian started storming off. "WOW, WAY TO KILLIAN THE MOOD EVEN MORE!" Ah yes, puns. He used Killian's name for a pun of all things. What a great moment for that. That was all he managed to yell to the fleeing buck before he stood up on his hind legs and let out a loud roar that echoed. He either has serious anger issues, or was trying to tell Killian to get his ass back here. He slammed his front legs back down to the ground and stirred up a cloud of dust. Well, he wasn't going to go run after Killian. So, Zatarin turns the opposite way and heads off himself.

"Mhm...But, you put the sword in my mailbox. You knew it was mine, meaning your found where I live. So that makes me feel a bit targeted...Joke? It's hard to tell sometimes. I can't see why telling me not to litter is a joke. You want me to then?" Zatarin smiled slightly a brief moment before frowning. "Did i make it awkward? I didn't mean to." Zatarin looked down at the sword before grabbing the handle and pulling it up. He wrapped the torn bag around the blade before reaching back and putting that within another bag on his back, that bag being empty.

"You don't...Need to be a doctor to help people. There's many kinds of help...Hm? If i agreed it wouldn't be harassment." Zatarin slowly followed Killian, his hoof steps making soft thumps against the ground as he went. "I don't care about myself if you want me to be honest. But saying that is a real conversation killer...How do you know if I pay mind to others or not? I do, actually. I usually smoke in the middle of what I assume is nowhere for a reason. Well, and at home. And anywhere else allowed. I usually ask if it bothers anyone so I know to not smoke around them. You, however, came charging out of nowhere being all pissy about it. I lose interest in caring when the other is rude first." Zatarin crossed his arms as he walked and his tail swished a few times. "I know I don't look or even sound friendly but that doesn't mean I don't care about others. I didn't used to, however..." Zatarin stopped walking and looked down slowly. "But I'm not going to tell you my life story or some shit. I'm still not the best guy to hang around, so I'll leave you alone after today...I don't recall your name. I feel like I heard it, but I can't remember...Did I...Tell you mine? I'm sorry, I'm a bit...Cursed with memory issues, I guess you can say." Zatarin looked back up but stood in place.

Zatarin's ears slowly perked back up and he let out a long sigh. "You shouldn't have done anything, It's my fault for forgetting it was in there. And when I think about it, I'm lucky I didn't get stabbed by it when I fell from the tree...By they way, that insult was awful. I'm not even sweet like cotton candy is. I'm more like a...Black licorice with some lint stuck on it. Disgusting. But really, I actually am sorry. I'm a giant mess today."

Zatarin scratched at his mane for a moment before reaching down to grab the bag he had dropped. He had to kneel down on his front legs to get it, and he almost toppled over before standing up straight. "Of course I know that. But you put some in my mailbox! You know, that old, barely used thing down a path a bit near my house? The rest of them, well, no one but other townsfolk are allowed to put up anything like that in the town I'm at. That's how you get a bunch of annoying ads everywhere...Like what you put up! I only took down the ones in places they didn't belong. Some of those who pass through often and others who live there didn't enjoy seeing them. Heard one say something about...Finding the person and ripping their head off? Not really a nice bunch. Some are pretty hostile over the smallest things." Zatarin shrugged and watched Killian pick up the pamphlets. "I would help, but I have a habit of falling over. Even after years I'm still not used to being a...Never mind." He shook his head. "I wasn't trying to litter. You must really hate people smoking, hm? There's worse things out there one can do, you know? Instead of wasting time putting annoying ads up everywhere, why not actually help someone who wants help? The want part is important, you can't help someone who wants no help. Though I'm sure that's too much work for you, ticket boy."

"Well, in the future if you ever do hit me, you must expect to wake up on the ground with a headache after." Zatarin's expression became serious for a moment before he gave a rather unsettling grin. "For someone who has a hard time writing, you sure love the idea of writing tickets out..."

Zatarin simply nodded as Killian resumed talking. Half way between the statement of what a park was, Zatarin stopped nodding and started to snicker. Once Killian was finished talking, Zatarin ignored the question he was asked and blurted out. "Peace? PEACE?!" Zatarin completely busted out laughing now, so loudly that he even covered his snout to try to keep it down. "Keeper of peace, What- What a joke! From what I know of you and what...What I heard, you are a little shit!" Zatarin held back laughs in between words. "I can't tell if you're being fake right now or not." Zatarin's laughing fit slowly died down, and instead he started coughing harshly for a moment before that too stopped and he removed his paws from his snout.

"Hey, did you know that harassment is illegal?" Zatarin asked as he removed a bag strapped to his back. He pulled it open and flipped it upside down right above Killian, and out fell some of those pamphlets that Killian seems to love sending him so much. There seemed to be something else stuck in the bag. Something...Long and heavy. "You know, stalking is also illegal. How did you find out where I live? I mean, you could ask me the same. But I'm not mister peace keeper." Zatarin shook the bag more and suddenly that sword Zatarin claimed he didn't see sliced the bag open and fell out, stabbing in to the ground in front of Killian. This caused Zatarin to even jump in shock as he dropped the now empty bag. "OH SHIT, I did have that. I was wondering why that was so heavy. I was not trying to kill you, I swear. I-I am very...forgetful." Zatarin stuttered and his ears folded down. He looked legitimately concerned that he forgot an entire sword was in a bag he just shook over someone. How does one even forget that?

"Friend? No, that was a fiend." Zatarin lowered his arms and bumped the small twig in his side which made his ears perk up in alarm. He then quickly grabbed and yanked it out, then tossed the twig aside. It wasn't even in that deeply, any bleeding was hidden by his fur. "So, did you try to hit me? I saw that, you know."
Zatarin crossed his arms and shook his head. A few leaves flung out of his fur as he did. "Man, I wish I had a warning too. He just does things without asking! Don't blame me. I would ask him to get out here, but he doesn't like people seeing him. I'm quite surprised he seems to be making himself known around someone new, however...Maybe he likes you! But you better hope not."

Zatarin's eyes widened and he started laughing. "Sinkhole!? And your only worry is paper work? Oh, that guy? Yeah, he's dead. How about that paper work though? What? No, I don't need a doctor. I know one already. Can't you see I'm fine? I mean, my back is killing me now but that's what i get for aging. Both of my backs to be precise. WAIT, this is park?" Zatarin looked around at the area then back at Killian quickly. "Just looks like the normal outside to me. How does one tell? Oh, is that why you hang around here? Are you...One of those...Park guys?" Zatarin takes a deep breath then exhales loudly. He seems to have forgot to breath between sentences again. He seems awfully talkative for someone who just got squashed by a tree branch.

"If the trees are getting back at me...When are you going to be attacked by a pack of rabid cigarettes?" Zatarin snorted as he tried not to laugh at the thought. He then watched Killian closely as he approached and made an attempt to help. "Don't break your fancy stick, now...Or we'll need to make the branch in to a new one."

Zatarin gave a half-assed grin when he was asked if he can roll over. "Roll over? That's not all that easy for me, I flail like a fish out of water when i try to roll." Zatarin inhaled sharply. "I really just need to get an arm free, then I can try to get out. You know, it's funny, it get pinned by monsters and get free, but this branch is clearly the true enemy. I..." Zatarin trailed off and glanced at a shadow that without warning began to spread over the ground around him. "No. DON'T YOU DA-" And before he could finish, Zatarin was suddenly yanked straight in the the ground itself through the shadow. This caused the branch to fall to the ground fully now that Zatarin was missing from under it. Someone else's voice could be heard, it it seemed to be giggling.

Only a few seconds after Zatarin was pulled in to the shadow, he appeared out of thin air and was seemingly tossed to the ground near the branch and he let out a pained grunt. "Fucking hell." He grumbled before slowly standing to his feet. He was a bit wobbly at first, but once he caught his balance he looked over towards the more than likely confused Killian. "I, uh...Ta-da?" Zatarin held out his arms sarcastically. Doing that one could see a small twig was jabbed in to his left side. He seemed un-phased at the moment. "That was not my doing for the record. At least you don't need to worry about helping now, right? You didn't break anything, did you?"

Zatarin's ears twitched in response when Killian asked if he was alright That wasn't the reaction he expected at all. Zatarin opened his mouth to talk, but started coughing harshly at first before finally speaking. "Fine? Yes, I do this once a day. It's a great workout, you should try it sometime." He was clearly being sarcastic. Not really a rude tone of sarcasm, but more of an actually trying to joke tone. "Is it happening? No, it's just a fever dream. I haunt your dreams n-" Zatarin coughed again. "...Now."

Zatarin tried to kick at the branch a couple of times in an attempt to get it off, but ended up just clawing the bark up. He wasn't at the right spot to kick it. The shadows vanished and showed his normal hooves again. "I can-" He tried to move his arms, but one was pinned under him and the other under the branch so he just ended up squirming a bit. "This is not a good angle." Zatarin bit down on a small branch growing out of the large one and tried to pull it, but only yanked the small branch off in his teeth. He then spit the branch out. "Make yourself useful and write the branch a ticket for assaulting me." Zatarin tried to lift his head up but flopped it back down pathetically.

Zatarin was only barely visible through the dense leaves. That is, until he flipped and hung upside down on a thick, lower branch. He held on with his arms tightly and used shadowy claws over his hooves to hold with his legs. The claws scratched in to the bark and the branch cracked faintly. It looked very awkward how he was hanging, and likely unsafe. Zatarin had a wooden straw like object in his mouth which quickly dropped out and landed on the ground below him.

"Is it a WHAT now?" Zatarin gave Killian the most confused look, which soon turned in to a look of disgust instead when he processed what was said. "You're too young for me, kid. But I'm glad you are full of yourself enough to think I am-" There was a louder crack from the branch now and Zatarin tried to shift his position. However, that made it crack even louder before snapping off from the tree and bringing Zatarin down with it. Zatarin landed on his side and the huge branch landed right on him. Both landed with a loud thump and leaves on the branch noisily rustled before coming to a rest. Even that thick branch wasn't enough to hold his weight up there. Zatarin didn't make a single sound, he just lied there under the branch while staring right at Killian with slowly blinking eyes. It was hard to tell if he was too embarrassed to move, or just pained. Perhaps both. He's already half expecting Killian to start laughing at him.