Spain [011] ☼
Who: Spain, Echo, Vincent Nightray and Ada Bezarius
Where: Vincent's church
Style: Up to you guys~
Status: Closed
Note: Backdated to after this call.
Spain was furious.
It had been a long, long time since he had been this angry, but then, it had been a long time since someone had hurt one of his friends right in front of his eyes. If there was one thing Spain absolutely hated, it was to see his friends hurt or in pain, and Vincent had made sure that Echo was in pain, just so that Spain would see it. Because of Spain, he had said.
Spain didn't believe it. But it did serve simply to anger him more. Sword at his side, Spain made his way quickly to Vincent's Church--thankfully, he knew where it was thanks to Echo--for he simply was not going to allow Echo to be harmed any longer. No matter what she said. Master of not, Vincent had no right--
He pushed open the door, trying not to mind his splinted arm, still broken, but mending. He would have to be wary; though Spain had faith in his skills, he knew that he wasn't at his best right now. So he would have to take care.
And Spain stepped through the doorway, sword tightly clenched in his hand, expression angry.
Vincent was going to pay for what he did and what he was doing. Of that Spain was quite certain.
Where: Vincent's church
Style: Up to you guys~
Status: Closed
Note: Backdated to after this call.
Spain was furious.
It had been a long, long time since he had been this angry, but then, it had been a long time since someone had hurt one of his friends right in front of his eyes. If there was one thing Spain absolutely hated, it was to see his friends hurt or in pain, and Vincent had made sure that Echo was in pain, just so that Spain would see it. Because of Spain, he had said.
Spain didn't believe it. But it did serve simply to anger him more. Sword at his side, Spain made his way quickly to Vincent's Church--thankfully, he knew where it was thanks to Echo--for he simply was not going to allow Echo to be harmed any longer. No matter what she said. Master of not, Vincent had no right--
He pushed open the door, trying not to mind his splinted arm, still broken, but mending. He would have to be wary; though Spain had faith in his skills, he knew that he wasn't at his best right now. So he would have to take care.
And Spain stepped through the doorway, sword tightly clenched in his hand, expression angry.
Vincent was going to pay for what he did and what he was doing. Of that Spain was quite certain.