[sylvanSpider]

Marco leaned against the wall, placing both hands on his knees, exhaling. Both eyes closed for the moment, he needed to gather his thoughts. There were plenty of wanted criminals walking these very streets. Hell, it was why it was a hotspot for criminals and bounty hunters alike. It wasn't like he was the most wanted on the list. No, that would be the Orovor twins that he saw plastered on basically every wall they could be plastered on. Well, them and Captain Zet Rayt, but he hadn't been seen in about a decade. It was rumoured though, that those twins were crew to the same ship that that captain ran. Why was he so nervous?

Wait...wait. The two that stopped him. They were twins...Marco opened his eyes, once again scanning his surroundings. The two...they were Damon and Roek Orovor. He shook his head. They seemed so at ease for being the most wanted men walking the planet. Why the hell couldn't he just relax? He took a deep shaky breath and took in everything, letting his right eye do the work while his left eye rest in darkness. The left eye brought too much pain. Seeing everyone's past was a burden Marco Devana was not prepared to carry alone. There was always too much tragedy in everyone's life, always lingering just below the surface—the surface that only those that belonged to Marco's species could access.

The possibilities shifted with each passerby, and some came without even the passerby. Marco, throughout his life, had learned to cipher through them. The most possible to the least possible. Among those possibilities, still low on chances, caught his attention. That lizard was back, but he saw the lizard's master with them. A large man. Western garb. Mask. Marco gulped. The man could be just around the corner. The shitty thing about his ability?

It gave possibilities. Only sometimes did it give the actual future.

Marco could very well be fucked.

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Damon spun around on his heel to face whoever it was that had tapped his shoulder. Roek was already facing her and peered around his brother's shoulder to see what was happening, blinking. Damon, however, seemed unsurprised by her appearance donning his infamous shit-eating grin immediately taking her hand in his, planting a soft kiss on the backside of said hand and bowing deeply, “Ah, yer the performer my brother an' I jes 'ad the pleasure of seein' on the stage, right?”

Roek stepped around his brother watching as he straightened and subsequently straightened his clothing. He really hoped this would escalate. They'd been given an order to not cause any explosions, but the cap'd be alright with it if they didn't start it, right? Self-defense. It's in the guidebook as acceptable.