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Who: Lady Vashj/coilfangmatron & Ren/thunderblast
What: The language of battle, la.
Where: Close to the fountain, near the residential area.
When: Following this conversation.
"I think this was a bad idea, young master," Bason murmured, barely loud enough to be audible. He was well-aware of the fact that Ren didn't particularly like it when the motivations behind his actions were questioned.
But - Ren merely scowled. Times had changed since the first time he had died. Hell, with its vicious hordes of blood-seeking demons, had been a place of rebirth. And now, emerging from its depths for the third time, he had learned to affect some sort of disdainful nonchalance that replaced his earlier temper.
"Save your strength for the actual fight, Bason. I don't need you to lecture me." He had been going stir-crazy amidst the other inhabitants of Nuadoria... really, enjoying a ball, even while the weight of the shackles about their ankles dragged their footsteps? Ren couldn't understand it at all - they shouuld have all been attempting to organize some sort of resistance, some sort of information-gathering team. And, instead, the vast majority of the city seemed to be under the false belief that this was some sort of dainty curly-cued vacation.
And, one thing that hadn't changed since Ren had joined the Shaman King - was his penchant for overcoming his own dark moods with explosive, irrational violence.
What: The language of battle, la.
Where: Close to the fountain, near the residential area.
When: Following this conversation.
"I think this was a bad idea, young master," Bason murmured, barely loud enough to be audible. He was well-aware of the fact that Ren didn't particularly like it when the motivations behind his actions were questioned.
But - Ren merely scowled. Times had changed since the first time he had died. Hell, with its vicious hordes of blood-seeking demons, had been a place of rebirth. And now, emerging from its depths for the third time, he had learned to affect some sort of disdainful nonchalance that replaced his earlier temper.
"Save your strength for the actual fight, Bason. I don't need you to lecture me." He had been going stir-crazy amidst the other inhabitants of Nuadoria... really, enjoying a ball, even while the weight of the shackles about their ankles dragged their footsteps? Ren couldn't understand it at all - they shouuld have all been attempting to organize some sort of resistance, some sort of information-gathering team. And, instead, the vast majority of the city seemed to be under the false belief that this was some sort of dainty curly-cued vacation.
And, one thing that hadn't changed since Ren had joined the Shaman King - was his penchant for overcoming his own dark moods with explosive, irrational violence.