002. CLOVIS LA BRITANNIA.
Who: Clovis la Britannia [failedprince] and OPEN.
Where: Anywhere. Clovis is wandering about Somarium.
Style: Action.
Status: Open.
Witches... witches, they...
[ The gun shakes in his hand as he wanders about the street, occasionally firing a shot into a nearby wall then muttering as he walks on. His wrist is bleeding as he is not bracing himself for the recoil, yet he does not seem to notice it or acknowledge the pain. Occasionally, Clovis stops to reload the weapon as he continues to fret about the safety of his friends and family. He knew that he couldn't trust that witch. He just knew it. She was doing something to the people that he cared about -- she was doing something and he wasn't going to let her get away with it. ]
I just, I just can't... I have to be... 'cause I'm the older brother...
[ Schneizel wasn't around and that meant that Clovis had to act this way. He had to be brave. He had to protect everyone. Yes, just like his brother would. The little prince nods to himself as he continues walking about the streets, sometimes wiping his nose on the sleeve of his clothes. ]
It's her fault. It's all her fault.
Where: Anywhere. Clovis is wandering about Somarium.
Style: Action.
Status: Open.
Witches... witches, they...
[ The gun shakes in his hand as he wanders about the street, occasionally firing a shot into a nearby wall then muttering as he walks on. His wrist is bleeding as he is not bracing himself for the recoil, yet he does not seem to notice it or acknowledge the pain. Occasionally, Clovis stops to reload the weapon as he continues to fret about the safety of his friends and family. He knew that he couldn't trust that witch. He just knew it. She was doing something to the people that he cared about -- she was doing something and he wasn't going to let her get away with it. ]
I just, I just can't... I have to be... 'cause I'm the older brother...
[ Schneizel wasn't around and that meant that Clovis had to act this way. He had to be brave. He had to protect everyone. Yes, just like his brother would. The little prince nods to himself as he continues walking about the streets, sometimes wiping his nose on the sleeve of his clothes. ]
It's her fault. It's all her fault.