Returning Again [Traverse Town - Open]
How long had it been? He couldn’t remember anymore, but he found that his concept of time was a little off, especially given the life that he had lead before he travelled off of his home planet, Hollow Bastion. He knew that time had passed, months probably but not a year. Still, the passing of time was mournful, seeing as he was returning to a place he had no idea who or what was there.
Struggling off of the gummi ship that had barely enough life to even stay afloat, Vincent was forced to stop and lean on the wall that lead into Traverse Town. His lips were turned down in a hard-fought grimace as one arm stayed wrapped around his waist against the injury - one of many - he has sustained in his time at the front lines. This wound came when it had been time to leave, when the demon clawed at his mind and his ammunition had been dangerously low.
With a soft heave of breath, he pushed off the wall he was leaning on and set his will against the temptation to slump over and just hope for the darkness he had seen too much of. No, he had to find a place to stay and recover his wounds, possibly get new materials for ammunition and a few healing spells if he could find them.
As it was, just pushing open the doors to Traverse Town was a chore and the heavy - yet comforting - weight of Death Penalty was the only thing to urge him on. He was thankful his cloak covered over his torn clothing, and the red blotches of blood did well to add to his sinister even if limping appearance as he slipped into the main section of Traverse Town.
He slipped into a shadow and grunted as he slid along the wall towards the door that would lead him to the third district. There would be rooftops and there would be a hiding spot he was sure. All he had to do was limp his sorry self in that direction and find said spot to hole himself up in and wait for his natural healing to fight both poison and wound.
Struggling off of the gummi ship that had barely enough life to even stay afloat, Vincent was forced to stop and lean on the wall that lead into Traverse Town. His lips were turned down in a hard-fought grimace as one arm stayed wrapped around his waist against the injury - one of many - he has sustained in his time at the front lines. This wound came when it had been time to leave, when the demon clawed at his mind and his ammunition had been dangerously low.
With a soft heave of breath, he pushed off the wall he was leaning on and set his will against the temptation to slump over and just hope for the darkness he had seen too much of. No, he had to find a place to stay and recover his wounds, possibly get new materials for ammunition and a few healing spells if he could find them.
As it was, just pushing open the doors to Traverse Town was a chore and the heavy - yet comforting - weight of Death Penalty was the only thing to urge him on. He was thankful his cloak covered over his torn clothing, and the red blotches of blood did well to add to his sinister even if limping appearance as he slipped into the main section of Traverse Town.
He slipped into a shadow and grunted as he slid along the wall towards the door that would lead him to the third district. There would be rooftops and there would be a hiding spot he was sure. All he had to do was limp his sorry self in that direction and find said spot to hole himself up in and wait for his natural healing to fight both poison and wound.