You're a pillar of my existence, however will I go on without you.
(slaps the fucking watch back on his wrist, settling in with another lift of the gun.
nothing moving, nothing all that sinister about it. it's getting colder the closer he ventures to the backwards land beyond the city limits, but that's where the coat'll come in handy. it's all he could find—a peacoat with a fluffy fur collar, wound up tight with a scarf. with deep pockets, he can store whatever they find.
glancing back at the farmhouse, black, broken windows are charred up the frame. a fire?)
Someone hit this place already. Doesn't look recent, though.
Meandering with intent to take advantage of a lack of pressing need to hurry in his otherwise chaotic life? Perhaps. The city itself bears striking similarities to the realm of sorcerers with its architecture, so much so that he'd almost thought himself still in his home when he arrived within the wall's limits. Nostalgia isn't something that he'd allow himself to give way to under any other circumstance but he does at least still find himself wondering about his comrades, superimposing their images onto the scene of Aefenglom as he travels.
Noi... They'd failed to complete the renewal of their partnership on Blue Night; is everyone right when they say time won't pass in other worlds while he's here? They better damn well be, he thinks combatively, thumbing that mask up to finally peel it off. ]
take it easy, theres a million ways for you to pass the time that don't involve getting yourself into trouble with bandits or devils or infected zombies.
if you get turned and come after me i'll make your death quick at least.
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(slaps the fucking watch back on his wrist, settling in with another lift of the gun.
nothing moving, nothing all that sinister about it. it's getting colder the closer he ventures to the backwards land beyond the city limits, but that's where the coat'll come in handy. it's all he could find—a peacoat with a fluffy fur collar, wound up tight with a scarf. with deep pockets, he can store whatever they find.
glancing back at the farmhouse, black, broken windows are charred up the frame. a fire?)
Someone hit this place already. Doesn't look recent, though.
Are you fucking crawling here??
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Meandering with intent to take advantage of a lack of pressing need to hurry in his otherwise chaotic life? Perhaps. The city itself bears striking similarities to the realm of sorcerers with its architecture, so much so that he'd almost thought himself still in his home when he arrived within the wall's limits. Nostalgia isn't something that he'd allow himself to give way to under any other circumstance but he does at least still find himself wondering about his comrades, superimposing their images onto the scene of Aefenglom as he travels.
Noi... They'd failed to complete the renewal of their partnership on Blue Night; is everyone right when they say time won't pass in other worlds while he's here? They better damn well be, he thinks combatively, thumbing that mask up to finally peel it off. ]
take it easy, theres a million ways for you to pass the time that don't involve getting yourself into trouble with bandits or devils or infected zombies.
if you get turned and come after me i'll make your death quick at least.