Rufus ♦ 01
Who: xpomposity and any passers-by
Where: Espoir
Style: I do not care.
Status: The openness of this log is indirectly proportional to the openness of Rufus's ice-cold heart.
Warning: Burn-victim grossness. Because explosions? Yeah, they hurt.
After a few moments of fiddling around with the Dreamberry, Rufus had figured out enough about it to use it well, but wasn't sure about actually trying to do something. He was clearly still in Espoir, and clearly pretty banged up. The power of Diamond Weapon's blast had burned his now-tattered clothing as well as his skin, and the usually fair-skinned young man boasted blisters on his exposed skin. It was obvious through the video that he was sitting down, leaning against the side of a building, and having a bit of trouble breathing.
"Is this the Lifestream?" he murmured to himself.
Where: Espoir
Style: I do not care.
Status: The openness of this log is indirectly proportional to the openness of Rufus's ice-cold heart.
Warning: Burn-victim grossness. Because explosions? Yeah, they hurt.
After a few moments of fiddling around with the Dreamberry, Rufus had figured out enough about it to use it well, but wasn't sure about actually trying to do something. He was clearly still in Espoir, and clearly pretty banged up. The power of Diamond Weapon's blast had burned his now-tattered clothing as well as his skin, and the usually fair-skinned young man boasted blisters on his exposed skin. It was obvious through the video that he was sitting down, leaning against the side of a building, and having a bit of trouble breathing.
"Is this the Lifestream?" he murmured to himself.