[The comma turns on to show an upwards shot of a… blue man with fins and gills. And a military vest on. Which is covered in blood. As is his neck. And mouth. The bullet-shaped holes in the vest suggest… well. Bullet wounds. Which is strange because he seems fine and perfectly… blue. He looks down and gives the comm a bland look.]
I've been in
(
Read more... )
Damn, Abe. You look like hell.
Reply
Reply
Reply
So this is where you were.
Reply
[He presses a few buttons and the location is sent.]
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
[He motioned to the bartender, who sauntered over to get Abe's drink.]
Welcome to the City. The big face is called the Porter, and the damn thing grabbed me a couple months ago. You're the first friendly face I've seen.
Reply
Reply
[He rests his head on his hand as he turns to Abe, recalling all the blood when they'd spoken on the comm earlier. Of course, he'd seen Abe survive way worse than that.]
Reply
[His drink arrives and he takes a sip before setting the glass down again.]
How was England?
Reply
It was nice. Until a bunch of witches tried to make me their king.
Reply
How many witches?
Reply
If I had to guess, I'd say about all of 'em in England.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment