Misty Mountains Cold

Six. That was the number of people Sindra killed that night. He was now sitting in the cold Sarcophagus Cliffs, washing blood off his scythe in a small stream that ran through a series of rocks. His face was not visible, but he was smiling. There shouldn't be anyone who knew about his Power of the Wild Card anymore. At least, not that he knew of. That at least made him feel safe identity wise. Being amongst the living ordinary people was fun, and he didn't want his freedom stripped of him for some simple identity protection, which, ironically, is why he needed to protect his identity in the first place. Now, imagine this is happening. A young man is washing a bloody scythe in a rive in the mountains, face hidden behind a demonic cat mask and body hidden by an oversized trench coat. No normal person would want to approach him. In fact, whoever does must have some strong reason, or just be absolutely nuts.

Sin winced when he heard someone behind him. Without turning around, he began conversing with the seemingly male voice. He responded, "It was a troublesome night, but I wouldn't call it a party. I didn't quite enjoy myself enough this time," judging from his reaction, the man had to be somewhat accustomed to talking to murderers like himself, "No one really put up a fight. I can't begin to express my disappointment and my partner's disappointment. Then again, the night's still young," he said as he spun around very quickly, simultaneously drawing his evoker, placing it on his temple, and putting away Shosei. The man he saw now was very odd, with several reptilian features and a snake coming out of his navel, but Sin merely believed this would make the night a little more fun.

Sin's eyes narrowed, "You.. are looking for something from Kagamino City? If you aren't interested in why there's blood on my weapon, or to persecute me for the reason, then I need to know. As you can tell from my mask, I don't like being seen in public. Who exactly are you? If your looking for a fight... or a partner for whatever it is you need to do in Kagamino, then I'm able to help you. I have another friend too. I can make summon him with this gun right now, and he's quite powerful. If you need help with something, as long as my identity remains a secret, I'm willing to help. You're not a target," he finished, keeping his position held strong.

Mindless? No. Sindra has a very specific list of people in his bingo book. But this "Snake" the man brought up. He didn't know what it was, but it seemed like he was offering something to help Sindra. He nodded, putting his evoker away, "I'm not what you would call a killing machine, I have standards, but I do have an affinity for death. I also require protection. Provide me with that, and I'll be at your command, snake man," the Wild Card explained, "I don't have a lot of experience with herbs, but if you'd like to start our pact now, I'll help out however I can. It can't hurt to learn about something like that," he offered. It was true, there was no harm to come to him if he learned about toxic plants. In fact, he might learn how to protect himself from things like that if he helped the snake man now. Also, this might be the perfect opportunity to join a group to help him with his murders. This was perfect.