Mar 07, 2010 21:29
[Again Tyrael is outside of his apartment. Second time in a row. Shock, horror! This time though he's currently hovering high above the park, wings rippling in the slight breeze. If you could see his face it'd have a contemplative expression on it.]
Such things, almost always an act of desperation.
[Stretches, the video feed tilting alarmingly towards the ground as he does so before righting itself.]
It is something to do.
[Filtered to Vector Prime.]
Any word?
† tyrael | n/a