fuck the confederacy [o]

The Blonde Mamba hadn't cared much for the teachings that Gozu imposed upon his people. He was never one of the more intelligent creatures of the world, but Gozu appeared to like a challenge. He was of course getting an education and learning to become mentally stronger. He didn't think much of the other districts though, he didn't really know why he even bothered himself with such thoughts. He knew his power was one of the more brutish and destructive of the groups, because setting shit on fire was just one of those things he was always good at. Even so Mamba always kept his hands wrapped in special gloves that were made of fireproof materials. One of the few things Mamba really did have to thank Gozu and the south for were these very gloves, they made sure his uncontrolled power was kept in check.

Mamba was not the type to stay out of trouble long, he knew he would eventually have to submit to the fact that he was not going to be able to make his own power bow to him until he did something more. Since brutal strength wasn't giving him control, possibly the shit this man Gozu was sprewing would provide for the more abstract and hopefully effective approach to the little problem Mamba had. His ideals on most everything about the south was based off the fact that he didn't give a shit about anything else. He was just sitting in his lonesome for the moment, one glove was off and in the still covered hand he held a two by four. He was trying to make it not burn into ashes but when he grabbed it there was only a momentary pause before a huge blast of blue flames erupted from his hand. He could feel the oh-so familiar sting coming from his palm though, that was enough for now. He left his apartment for the streets, he might as well grab some groceries.

Mamba looked out towards the sky which as of today was a very deep gray, it didn't appear to be a particularly nice day today, he worried it would rain. Mamba had managed to take out a book though that he had on his persons, he had been given this book which was mostly dealing with the struggles of a child with severe autism. It was a very sad story but if you weren't reading through the streets you had to look at everyone else, it was an easy way for him to still be accepted but not have to look at any of these stupid pompous bastards. He wasn't really looking where he was going though on his way to the store, and if King didn't get out of the way was about to make a crash colission with the much smaller guy.