(sooo short today) theo... has been feeling a lot more creeped out these days.

more... afraid these days.

maybe he was being paranoid about something? but what??? what could have him - one of the best pvp's on his toes! well... that'd be you.

you... somehow, started to follow him. the cockatiel hybrid was a man of practice - that was foresure. you were able to watch him practice - watch him preen his yellow and grey(gray?) feathers down to the bone - sleep for 7 hours then go back... to you guessed it - practicing.

he was practicing... again. somehow perfectly aimmed his bow straight into your upper thigh. really, it was remarkable markmanship! almost if he had a second feeling for invisable players. he was training for better carting. faster arrows made faster carts, he had perfectly aimed up against that stone crack in the wall that he started to use because he really couldn't keep anything in the training room because he kinda blows everything up.

he had shot his arrow - lower then he thought really... w.. why was it moving? the arrow was shifting slightly, and a warm red twinked down whatever... was there's body. " ... w- whatisthat. " theo blinked for a second, staring at the bloodied... floating arrow??? was it another mafia member? a spy???

" yo - reveal your self! " he called out, now remembering that he couldn't... really just let some invisiable person bleed out in his training room.