-Sachet-
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He sauntered across Vetta Avenue, just ready to go home. Sachet could hear little bits and pieces of other people's thoughts flooding into his head as he fought desperately to drown them out. He'd heard it all, someone debating whether they should quit their job, another person worrying about their dragon. And there were also the thoughts he didn't want to hear, the ones he dared not to speak of.
He clenched his jaw and walked briskly through the crowds and into a motel, grateful that the lobby wasn't packed. As he walked past and into his room he sighed and took a bloody jacket out of his backpack. There he would wait for Alum if she even trusted him enough to be in the same room as him.
Sachet groaned as he tried to drown out the persons for the room next to his thoughts. He didn't want to hear it, he didn't want to hear any of it. As much as he wanted to try and change that person's inner monologue he stopped.
He'd already killed one person today, he couldn't risk the chances of that happening. 'You just another kid from the factory joint.' He reminded himself. 'Your Sachet with no last name.'
He could hear loose thoughts floating around in people's heads and make a suggestion, 'why don't you think about puppies?' Or 'why don't you kill her.' Whatever he thought of first they were more likely to do.
"Attent!" He called out now looking for his dragon. "Attent! Found you!" It was too dangerous to walk around with your dragons, or at least for him it was. Deliberate looked like a long black snake with thin long purplish feathery wings and small purple specks, like little stars. She was beautiful, or at least Sachet thought she was.
The dragon curled around his neck as someone knocked on the door. Too busy with Attent Sachet tried to push the person's thoughts away and he opened the door. He opened the door and stopped cold now paying attention to what the person was thinking.
'Oh god, the flooring here is disgusting, who matches brown carpet with a brown wall and cream ceiling? Wait, this isn't the right guy.' The person thought and Sachet let out a breath of relief. 'Huh, you don't see snake dragons often.'
"Hey, do you need anything?" He asked antsy.
"We're looking for Mr.Vichaar, he should be in this room..." Sāchet tensed up. "Full name Sachet Bagheera Vichaar." The person said and much to Sāchets annoyance completely butchered his name. And then stepped back to see what the person was wearing, panicked, black pants, a navy blue shirt, and a grey bomber jacket lined with small badges.
An Ajagar.
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Action"Someones always watching," Sakata said and Sachet refused to look up, he refused to let her feel accomplished. "is this about me doing my job?" she asked and Sachet growled. "Your job sucks." he retorted rubbing his eyes drowsily, 'just don't make...
