poweroflegend | 4th Lash

[This entry finds Trevor walking down one of the settlement's back roads with firewood under one arm. He's ripped and stripped to the waist, a figure of barbaric comeliness. Or angelic savagery. Take your pick.]

Tempers are likelier to flare in this heat. But perhaps we men have other things to worry about in the way of flaring. After all, the Lord saw fit to give us two heads and only enough blood to think with one.

Worse yet, that stench has---

[His footsteps come to a halt. He's caught sight of the bloody message painted near the city bulletin. The hunter draws an axe out of instinct but he knows it's useless. There's no one and nothing about but the writing on the wall and its' ominous portents.]

"Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm back World's End
And I'm coming... 4... u."

[He lets any viewers have a video feed of the message itself.]

...why announce yourself in the first place? Forewarned is forearmed.

You who've been here longer: who has returned and what cause is there for worry?

[Claire stares at the video feed for a long while, trying to piece the picture together.]

How long has that been there?

[And have Molly with a slightly deadpan look, if it weren't for the fact that she has a scowl on her face]

Now that ain't creepy. [Sarcasm, you can has it.] Looks like I picked a hell of a time to arrive here.

That's what I wanna know. Whatever it all means, it's creepy as.

Back?

....It could be Wesker, maybe?

Or...well if it was the Crimson King, it would have his mark, right?

Hnh. I'll keep an extra eye on my friends, if there's some return-creep around.

It could be any number of things. Whoever left the message is extremely arrogant or extremely powerful.

...I-I'm not sure. [ The ominous message leaves her audibly shaken and worried; this is something that does not bode well at all. ] There-- I-I can't really think of anyone who'd write that...

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