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 ( Read more... )

((SUMMARY: Where has Vincent been? He's been on the front lines for a long, long time. What has he been doing? Killing things, as it should be. When will he ever associate with mankind? Probably never... this is Vincent.))

( ...he was attempting to determine what mad-man wrote this rubbish... )

It was time ( Read more... )

With such little information to go by on the front lines in Traverse Town, Vincent had simply stopped to watch people scurry about for awhile. He remained almost casually seated on the edge of a building roof, one leg dangling down while the other was pulled up close to his chest. His metal arm was carelessly flung onto his upraised knee while the ( Read more... )

Vincent had been looking around for information on the state of the front lines. He had yet to really find any hard facts about just what was going on. There was no military organization, and people generally attempted to stay out of the war for fear of losing their lives. Of course, it was rather disheartening to find out that there was little ( Read more... )

The Gizmo shop roof seemed to be the best one to sulk around on, as it gave a clear view of the entire First District. The night was pleasantly quiet, only the occasional clicking of odd machines coming from the shop below really taking away from the view. The other builds seemed locked up and the occupants sleeping for the night, and that strange ( Read more... )

Standing in front of the mirror, Vincent was simply eyeing his own appearance for lack of anything better to do with himself. He was not a vain man, not anymore at least. The man that stood before the mirror was a mourning fragment of the original Turk that had been called an expert marksman. The gun tucked into the hoister attested to that claim, ( Read more... )