.001 | Of waterlogged coats and tern snakes
Characters: xblood_lusting and vatheon
Location: In the plaza
Time: Early morning
Style: Starting in third. I'll follow you.
Status: OPEN LIKE AN INCISION THROUGH THE CHEST
[ Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, if you're sensitive to such things you may feel the sudden pull of dark energy from the plaza. Oh no, nothing to be worried about. The natives don't seem worried at all so neither should you. It's nothing, really. Just someone trying to bring himself back to top shape. Unfortunately, considering the toll the coral has on people's powers... this isn't going so well.
You'd find him in a heap of waterlogged trenchcoat lumped in the middle of the plaza and straining to get on his feet. There are burn marks but it looks like the water managed to keep them from getting worse. His breathing is shallow, almost close to a slight pant as he slowly pulls himself up but there is great tension in his muscles. Almost as if he had no strength to properly do so.
But he does manage to lift his head up with the smallest wince. A frown comes to his features as he strains to pull himself up once more. So the city had managed to pull him from the brink of death, had it? If he was to be thankful, the doctor wasn't sure. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
But now that he was back, better to make the most of it. There would be time for revenge if the city decided to send him home again. For now, there were burns to tend to and scorch marks to get out of his clothes. Ah, damn.
So the ultimate question falls upon you now, Vatheon.
Wat do? ]
Location: In the plaza
Time: Early morning
Style: Starting in third. I'll follow you.
Status: OPEN LIKE AN INCISION THROUGH THE CHEST
[ Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, if you're sensitive to such things you may feel the sudden pull of dark energy from the plaza. Oh no, nothing to be worried about. The natives don't seem worried at all so neither should you. It's nothing, really. Just someone trying to bring himself back to top shape. Unfortunately, considering the toll the coral has on people's powers... this isn't going so well.
You'd find him in a heap of waterlogged trenchcoat lumped in the middle of the plaza and straining to get on his feet. There are burn marks but it looks like the water managed to keep them from getting worse. His breathing is shallow, almost close to a slight pant as he slowly pulls himself up but there is great tension in his muscles. Almost as if he had no strength to properly do so.
But he does manage to lift his head up with the smallest wince. A frown comes to his features as he strains to pull himself up once more. So the city had managed to pull him from the brink of death, had it? If he was to be thankful, the doctor wasn't sure. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
But now that he was back, better to make the most of it. There would be time for revenge if the city decided to send him home again. For now, there were burns to tend to and scorch marks to get out of his clothes. Ah, damn.
So the ultimate question falls upon you now, Vatheon.
Wat do? ]