Wrath 001
Who: Wrath, Antonio Salieri, Alphonse Elric, and Anyone Else
Where: Espoir, outside of a house
Style: Either
Status: Open
King Bradley cracked his right eye open, a flurry of wind and ice storming against his wrinkled face. He raised his arm to shield his head that creased in irritation. The force of the blizzard shoved him several feet through the piled-up snow, almost throwing him down.
"Mt. Briggs.." His right eye rolled slowly to the corner of his eyeball, zeroing in on his location. He knew it too by the special bite of the wind. But a closer look at the architecture.. "..No, it's not." Now this started to cook his blood. A moment earlier he had traversing the forest outside of Central on his way to eliminate the human resistance against Father. What had happened that he suddenly ended up here? No matter. That was the past. Only a fool dwells on the past.
Bradley pushed through the storm, his overcoat whipping around his torso as he approached what appeared to be someone's residence. The glass was broken in the windows, leaving a jagged space in which he could put in his head.
"Excuse me," the old man called out loudly, competing with the storm. He eased, after some coercion of his inflexible facial muscles, into a warm, amiable smile. "Would you be so kind as to let me impose on you?"
Where: Espoir, outside of a house
Style: Either
Status: Open
King Bradley cracked his right eye open, a flurry of wind and ice storming against his wrinkled face. He raised his arm to shield his head that creased in irritation. The force of the blizzard shoved him several feet through the piled-up snow, almost throwing him down.
"Mt. Briggs.." His right eye rolled slowly to the corner of his eyeball, zeroing in on his location. He knew it too by the special bite of the wind. But a closer look at the architecture.. "..No, it's not." Now this started to cook his blood. A moment earlier he had traversing the forest outside of Central on his way to eliminate the human resistance against Father. What had happened that he suddenly ended up here? No matter. That was the past. Only a fool dwells on the past.
Bradley pushed through the storm, his overcoat whipping around his torso as he approached what appeared to be someone's residence. The glass was broken in the windows, leaving a jagged space in which he could put in his head.
"Excuse me," the old man called out loudly, competing with the storm. He eased, after some coercion of his inflexible facial muscles, into a warm, amiable smile. "Would you be so kind as to let me impose on you?"