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Renegade was given a small room in the castle, making it official that he was one of them. It was weird, not having to worry about what others think of him, or if they fear him because now they will officially fear him. "Heh, this is gonna be fun! Maybe I should be in control today, for ya know, optimum killer status." Cat suggests, wanting to be in control for the day. But of course, Gade wasn't letting that happen. "No, Cat, it's too risky... you can watch, but you aren't doing crap unless I think it's best." He tells Cat through their shared mental state. "So forget it." "Fine..." They respond, annoyed he can't have fun for once.
As he went to the dining hall, he bumped into the other Bad Sanses... Dust, Killer, Horror, Cross, and Error... "Hello..." Error greets Gade, his face completely calm. "um, hi..." Renegade replies, feeling a bit off here... but that will sort itself out like all things eventually do. He eats very little, not wanting to overfill his system, and he makes sure no one sees his face, not even a glimpse of it. Cat was in his shadow, watching, wondering what these guys think of the two of them. "You're rather quiet, Renegade... what is up with that?" The King asks, and he knows he must be completely honest here, or there may be consequences... "Nothing much, just hoping no one gets up and kills me..." He says honestly, fearing the King's potential wrath. "Well, if anyone tries, I will deal with them..." The king says, clearly meaning his words. Yet then again, who would defy him? Either way, after they finished, they set out to destroy UnderLu$t...
Renegade knew he had promised himself to never kill again, but he knew that killing was his best option at the moment. He fought all the monsters that got too close for his liking, or if he just felt like it. His effortless kills shocked the rest of the main Bad Sanses... his appearance hid his true strength well... horrifically well. As Renegade killed, he felt empty, hollow, emotionless... He forgot how much of a senseless rush it was. The feeling of warm blood coating his clothes was all too familiar... but at the same time, it was like he was born to kill.
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