forum "You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

Started October 03, 2023 by @CaseyJ group

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Az tip his head to the side, “That’s not much of a choice.” His gaze glimmered.

“But, I’ll play.” He crosses his arms, his lips twisting into a wry grin.

"goody. Goody. Hmm now what will I have you guess. What am I thinking of. You get three questions, but one guess. The game starts now" he hummed, continuing to toss his knife between his hands.

(Ok)

Az watches the knife, his green eyes glinting with a win. “Is it black?”

"is it black. hmm. yes. thats one" He put the knife on the ground and took off his gloves, noticing he got blood on his white shirt he frowned. "thats no good" he started to remove his shirt.

Az watches, “Is it sharp?” He was now just playing along. He knew exactly what the man was thinking of. But it wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t use all three questions. His gaze moves towards the guys in front of him, watching every movment.

"Is it sharp, It can be." he hummed, folding his shirt and vest up and setting them aside. He had scars covering his body. He pulled the knife back out, running the edge over his arm, "it can be very sharp indeed" he chuckled as his arm started to bleed.

Az watches, “Is it a weapon?” He tilts his head to the side.

"I wouldn't call it a weapon, a tool is more accurate" He licked the blood off of the knife, making eye contact with the other.

Az laughs, moving forward, “It’s the knife in your hand. You’re always thinking about it, it’s one of your favorite things.” He crosses his arms, smirking slightly.

Trickster freezes, "you are the first person to win my game, congratulations. most people are panicking to much to ask a sensible question." he hummed, "You are free to go, but you don't know who I am. so I am safe" He grinned.

“You sure I don’t know?” He places his hand on his hips.

"how could you know? no one knows me." he shrugged, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“You work in a small coffee shop.” Az states, “You’ve been the one to give me my morning coffee for the past few days. I always tell you to have a good day.”

“The name’s Carmen.”

Tyler stared at Carmen for a long moment, his persona of Trickster gone in a flash. "you… notice me?" he asked hopefully.

“I notice everyone.” He shrugs slightly, “It’s not hard to tell someone to ‘have a nice day’. But most people are so self absorbed in their own lives that they don’t care, nor take notice.

“Which is incredibly rude, especially to the person who gives and makes your morning coffee.”

Tyler visibly deflated in disappointment for a moment before once again adapting the Trickster persona. "well, as nice as you might seem to be, I might change my mind of sparing you if you stay to long" he turned away from the other, even his back was covered in scars, though they were much older.

“Look, I notice you.” He tilts his head to the side, leaning against the wall, “And you obviously crave the attention. You’re really going to send away the one person who’s giving you that attention?”

Trickster ran the knife down his arm again, making the cut there deeper, "you don't even know my name, you are a liar."

“Am I a liar, Tyler? Or should I call you Trickster?” He asks, watching the other.

He froze, the knife falling to the ground, his face full of confusion as he turned around. He mouthed words but couldn't seem to form a sentence. His arms lowered to his sides, the blood flowing down his arm and dripping from his fingers.

Az sighs, looking back at him, “I pay attention, Tyler. I listen and I watch. I tell you good day, because you should have a good day.”

He just stares at Carmen trying to figure out why the person in front of him would say such things.

Az smiles and shrugs, “But if you want me to go, I will.”