Who:
prowallflower and anyone!
Where: Espoir, wanderin' wherever
Style: first
Status: very open!
[The fog didn't bother Liam in and of itself. The dark shapes that moved through it-some of which were recognizable and many of which were not-were what made his heart occasionally thump and his blood pressure rise and rise. The fog itself he knew was a very natural thing; there was plenty of it back where he came from and it hadn't been too odd an occurrence to wake up, look out his bedroom or hotel room window and see a thick blanket of it coating the town's floor.
Which is perhaps why, despite any possible or present danger, he feels safe enough taking a late morning stroll on his own. Of course, should something intolerable present itself, he does have the Hare on his side, but-he'd rather never take that option again. No. It's a final resort sort of thing. A gun is much handier-or simply taking flight and finding refuge in the nearest building.
He doesn't assume a fight will find him, but he isn't blind to the possibility.
So, should anyone come across Liam as he crosses through Espoir and fidgets with his gloves and his glasses, he's not about to start flailing and fighting, but-the best offense is knowing how to wield one's strong and steady defense.
Or something like that.]