The old lott had died and rot, crumbling with their human thoughts. Laws betrayed his good ways in favor for the ones with an artificial crust. Now the mind wondered what the point was in the laws and rules that don't actually exist. There was none If these fools wanted to hold on to their sunstained dreams then he would just have to manipulate them until they saw just what fools stood in them. This was not the sun stained man that always had busy hands, but a man pale from the water and kelp that pulled life into an empty shell. Though the same soul sat in, it had changed to a deep black deph like the bottom of a deep dark well. The youthful man had already taken a soul of the first day of the new world. Or was he new? Did anything exist at all? Everything felt so much more clear and more chaotic than ever. Soon his green eyes looked to the person at the desk, now being in the front of line. He took out a few papers, putting them on the table. The woman looked through them before making the passport. The item in question and the papers were grasped up by the kelpie, quickly tucking them into his jackets inside pockets. "Have a good day miss." The process of getting a passport was so easy that it made Laurence almost regret not causing any trouble. No, hes not strong enough yet to do such things in public places. Besides, that's not how kelpies do things, right? 'How do they do things?' His mind wondered briefly before answering himself. 'By getting their prey alone and luring them to their own deaths.' While he didn't see laws as really existing, he did realize that there was likely a type of hunting that suited him more.
Finding that out would be fun.