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Snow Strike (11) : While out, a sudden snowball smacks you squarely--then another, and another--launched with uncanny accuracy from nowhere you can pinpoint. Whether it’s one unseen assailant or an entire invisible team, the barrage is definitely targeted, and attempting to throw snowballs back or defend yourself only seems to escalate the attack. Sometimes the snowy onslaught will follow you if you run; other times, stepping past a certain point makes it abruptly stop, as if whatever’s behind it has lost interest. No matter how intense it gets, the bombardment always dwindles after a few moments, leaving you cold, dusted in snow, and wondering who--or what--decided you were the perfect target for winter mischief.
After things had happened with Blaise, Rafayel needed to head back out and think less about things. He didn't like complicated situationships, so out he went to the club again, this time making damn sure he avoided any patches of ice. This time, the club he chose was one he was certain the other wouldn't be at, on the other side of town, where he knew most of the students went since it was closer to campus.
It might have been where he'd bumped into that woman the one night, Sakura, he thought her name might have been, but he didn't make it a habit to get too close to people in the bars and clubs. Rotating between them was a better way to manage that, but tonight, with people flowing back into the city after the New Year's, he was sure there were still plenty of drink specials to ring in the first day of this new shitshow of a year.
Standing outside, checking that tin in his back pocket before popping another pill, he showed the bouncer his ID before heading in. It was loud enough with people dancing, the norm for this sort of place. At least he didn't recognize anyone familiar as he stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink.
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