Titus 1
Who: Titus and you
Where: The Church of roses
Style: 3rd Person
Status: Open
An enormous figure, clad in Ultramarine blue, with gold chasing all over his armor, stood in Espoir, staring up at the church's clock. He appeared less than pleased with it, commenting, "Hardly appropriate for an Imperial World.", in a deep voice. It was evening, and as such, his blue armor appeared almost black, the low light making the golden trim of his battle-plate glint in strange ways as he shifted his stance slightly, looking over to the clock. "Not elaborate enough, really."
Privately, he wondered, "Is this my dream? Why would I dream of a world that isn't a part of the Imperium? Is this... some half-remembered fragment from my life before becoming Astartes?" He shook his head, dismissing it, standing in the shadow of the church for a little longer. Both his fists clenched, and he waited. For an explanation? Perhaps. For company? Certainly. Even a Space Marine sometimes needs to talk, and this appeared to be one of those times.
Where: The Church of roses
Style: 3rd Person
Status: Open
An enormous figure, clad in Ultramarine blue, with gold chasing all over his armor, stood in Espoir, staring up at the church's clock. He appeared less than pleased with it, commenting, "Hardly appropriate for an Imperial World.", in a deep voice. It was evening, and as such, his blue armor appeared almost black, the low light making the golden trim of his battle-plate glint in strange ways as he shifted his stance slightly, looking over to the clock. "Not elaborate enough, really."
Privately, he wondered, "Is this my dream? Why would I dream of a world that isn't a part of the Imperium? Is this... some half-remembered fragment from my life before becoming Astartes?" He shook his head, dismissing it, standing in the shadow of the church for a little longer. Both his fists clenched, and he waited. For an explanation? Perhaps. For company? Certainly. Even a Space Marine sometimes needs to talk, and this appeared to be one of those times.