Out from the night, from the mists steps a figure...
Was there always mist in the nexus?
No?
Was there always the figure with gloved hands dripping blood across the ground?
The Repo-Man has no time for these games, or for that matter-the rapidly changing landscape and Nathan Wallace-
...Nathan's not here right now.
Holding his scalpel at his side, The Repo man tilts his head to the side, setting his bag very carefully down on the ground.
Looking down, he unhooks something at the side of his helmet before crouching low-so as to better get a view of the terrain. Can't see things from one prespective.
When he stands, and speaks, his voice is raspy, almost inhuman.
"...Anyone see an adult male run through here? Late teens, early twenties with bright pink hair?"
No?
Was there always the figure with gloved hands dripping blood across the ground?
The Repo-Man has no time for these games, or for that matter-the rapidly changing landscape and Nathan Wallace-
...Nathan's not here right now.
Holding his scalpel at his side, The Repo man tilts his head to the side, setting his bag very carefully down on the ground.
Looking down, he unhooks something at the side of his helmet before crouching low-so as to better get a view of the terrain. Can't see things from one prespective.
When he stands, and speaks, his voice is raspy, almost inhuman.
"...Anyone see an adult male run through here? Late teens, early twenties with bright pink hair?"