four † action and written
[This one is back in black, and happened to choose the very opportune day and time of raining fiery trees. Awesome.
At some point on his way through town to find a nice bench from which to watch all this fun, one of those flaming spears will definitely come straight for him ... and pass right through him, plunging into the ground behind. Feel free to notice this happening, if you're not too busy running around trying not to get impaled.
Either way, Tyki isn't helping anyone or doing anything at all to assuage the general chaos the flaming tree rain has done. In fact, a few minutes later he's sitting by the fountain, watching everybody run around and smoking a cigarette, perfectly at his ease.
He even takes a moment to write something in his journal. Death, you say? Falling from the sky? Such trivialities are for lesser men.
The next part is written.]
Such a nice day we're having, don't you think?
(private | unhackable)
I think it's time I play my hand.
After all, what's a little chaos, or even a little death? Surely no one will notice just a handful of losses.
[the audio picks up on him laughing creepily like the creeper he is, but it's quiet.]
The boy will want to settle things, undoubtedly. That's fine. I've been itching for a fight.
(ooc; that is, feel free to catch him in town, or reply to the written part, after he's already taken his spectator's seat.)
At some point on his way through town to find a nice bench from which to watch all this fun, one of those flaming spears will definitely come straight for him ... and pass right through him, plunging into the ground behind. Feel free to notice this happening, if you're not too busy running around trying not to get impaled.
Either way, Tyki isn't helping anyone or doing anything at all to assuage the general chaos the flaming tree rain has done. In fact, a few minutes later he's sitting by the fountain, watching everybody run around and smoking a cigarette, perfectly at his ease.
He even takes a moment to write something in his journal. Death, you say? Falling from the sky? Such trivialities are for lesser men.
The next part is written.]
Such a nice day we're having, don't you think?
(private | unhackable)
I think it's time I play my hand.
After all, what's a little chaos, or even a little death? Surely no one will notice just a handful of losses.
[the audio picks up on him laughing creepily like the creeper he is, but it's quiet.]
The boy will want to settle things, undoubtedly. That's fine. I've been itching for a fight.
(ooc; that is, feel free to catch him in town, or reply to the written part, after he's already taken his spectator's seat.)