What: A random encounter Where: Central Park When: Monday Evening Warnings: Not likely, will update if necessary
Diego had settled into life in Goodland well enough. He still fantasized about strangling Five, but as long as it was just a fantasy he didn't see the harm in it. For the most part he just went about his daily life and tried to avoid Five, and Vanya for that matter, as much as he could. He had a lot of unresolved feelings toward both of them, and it was just easier to avoid them than even think about dealing with it.
He preferred to spend his time alone. He thrived on being alone, not having to deal with his siblings or anyone else. People were exhausting. His first instinct was usually to kill them. He didn't act on it, of course. But he thought it all the time. Sometimes he even played out a scene in his mind. He found it extremely satisfying to think about it.
He decided to go into the woods and use a tree for target practice. Not that he needed it. His super power was to be able to manipulate the trajectory of his knives. He liked to practice because he liked to throw the knives. He liked the thunk sound they made when they cut into his target. He'd thrown all of the knives, and headed to the tree to pull them out. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to call them back to him.