Festivals seem to never end (closed)

[Akira Shikigami]

A near dead fire surrounded Akira's small campout area with a long veil of smoke. Akira was calmly sitting on a small stool ; knife in hand. He was fingering the knife in many different ways, clearly bored. It was an average day for Akira, a boring one. It was the same routine for him every day despite being at a festival; Stay awake all night and sit down all day. Nothing ever changed except for days where he found a corrupt official to assassinate. True, it was a time of joyful festivities and competitive events, but that didn't change anything.

There were various people who had passed by fearfully, not wanting to near the cloaked assassin, which he approved of. Fear is the best medicine to be left alone. He didn't need anybody meddling into his business. Hopefully the tournament would encourage others to leave him be.

So there he waited on the small stool.

(OOC: Sorry I can't hold onto this thread right now I'm already too overloaded, I should have never started this in the first place)

[Asher]

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