[To say he had a pleasant experience in the catacombs or back "home"? He'd just stab you through the chest and be done with it. No laughter, no monologue, just pure, unadulterated hate for the reminder that no matter what amount of training he had he was still weak. He'd definitely seen better days, the cloth around his waist even more torn than ( Read more... )

[Where... am I?

Who am I?

These suddenly became very important questions to him, everything else going blank other than him being able to speak. They are also questions he can't seem to answer, himself. It's infuriating to no end, aggravating that he can't even recall why he's wearing a skirt of all things. ...Or something that looks like a rip ( Read more... )

[The feed's almost completely black for a moment before a light is switched on, revealing the usual red and black suit. Never mind that it's getting cooler out and it would probably be best to wear thicker clothing. No, he isn't bothered by it at all as he wanders around the apartment he's in this time... seeing something on the counter.]... Don't ( Read more... )

[For those accustomed to it, there truly is no need for an introduction─merely his presence is enough to send chills down someone's spine from some distance. However, he seems to be calm as he reads the sign written in so many different languages. Like all other Keybearers, however, they read the same to him. But he cares little for asking ( Read more... )