[closed] for self-aggrandization
Who: silvereyedlion, yetsleeping, and swordofthenorth
When: HELLA BACKDATED because LJ sucks. but during the event.
Where: the ruins. forever the ruins.
Format: action.
What: two formerly former claymores and Priscilla cross paths while hunting. NOW WHAT?
Warnings: Isley and Rigaldo's egos. possibly fighting or something i do not know.
[The city didn't interest him. Yes, it was frighteningly new, unknown, full of people that seemed to dislike him as much as he didn't care about them. Rigaldo might not have known where exactly he was or why he was brought here, but he was fairly certain it didn't involve mingling with people who didn't want his company.]
[Strange, they'd never been that hostile back home.]
[But it didn't matter; he'd taken himself out to the aptly named ruins to do his work - to hone his skills - and it wasn't long before he picked up the trail of some beast that left plenty of gnawed human bones in its wake. Not a yoma, he was sure, but something that demanded killing nevertheless. That was his job after all, and he was very good at it.]
[So he moved silently, carefully, through the wilderness after the beast, stepping lightly over crumbling columns and old chunks of god-knows-what, never slowing despite not knowing the terrain. At least, not until after passing through a thicket of stunted trees and seeing what lay beyond.]
[Dammit.]
When: HELLA BACKDATED because LJ sucks. but during the event.
Where: the ruins. forever the ruins.
Format: action.
What: two formerly former claymores and Priscilla cross paths while hunting. NOW WHAT?
Warnings: Isley and Rigaldo's egos. possibly fighting or something i do not know.
[The city didn't interest him. Yes, it was frighteningly new, unknown, full of people that seemed to dislike him as much as he didn't care about them. Rigaldo might not have known where exactly he was or why he was brought here, but he was fairly certain it didn't involve mingling with people who didn't want his company.]
[Strange, they'd never been that hostile back home.]
[But it didn't matter; he'd taken himself out to the aptly named ruins to do his work - to hone his skills - and it wasn't long before he picked up the trail of some beast that left plenty of gnawed human bones in its wake. Not a yoma, he was sure, but something that demanded killing nevertheless. That was his job after all, and he was very good at it.]
[So he moved silently, carefully, through the wilderness after the beast, stepping lightly over crumbling columns and old chunks of god-knows-what, never slowing despite not knowing the terrain. At least, not until after passing through a thicket of stunted trees and seeing what lay beyond.]
[Dammit.]