"Greatest Mercenary to ever Not get Killed on a Job," "The Auramancer," "Magi-Gunslinger," "The man with the Violet Eyes," "Balance Keeper," and "The jerk with the half-pint Pilot." Whatever other name Rakath Talyn had given himself as he worked, he was glad to have enough to hang up his title and play video games into his ending days. Even with so many mouths to feed at the orphanage.
Yes, he retired to run an orphanage. Shut up his life let him see a lot of kids without homes, you don't just ignore that.
The rumbling left him more than a little edgy, his guns dusted off and on his hips. He kept up with his Blitz training, but hadn't had a fight in a few months. Sweeping the walk as the kids played. And then the sky felt cold, the shifts in the balance could be tasted in the air. It was... regrettable. It was also annoying, it was not Heartless, it wasn't Nobodies, Shadows or Magic or anything he was used to tasting. It tasted like... death, just, an end to all things. And when that taste grew stronger, and the carapace appeared on the edge of town he turned to the kids. "Save, take everyone inside and keep them there. Get your gun, and anyone that isn't me who comes in this door you shoot."
The retired mercenary headed for the horizon, the dark shape, the scent of death. Aura blooming around him as he drew his gun, firing as soon as he saw a gaping maw in range to fight, "Who wants to live forever anyway?"
"Greatest Mercenary to ever Not get Killed on a Job," "The Auramancer," "Magi-Gunslinger," "The man with the Violet Eyes," "Balance Keeper," and "The jerk with the half-pint Pilot." Whatever other name Rakath Talyn had given himself as he worked, he was glad to have enough to hang up his title and play video games into his ending days. Even with so many mouths to feed at the orphanage.
Yes, he retired to run an orphanage. Shut up his life let him see a lot of kids without homes, you don't just ignore that.
The rumbling left him more than a little edgy, his guns dusted off and on his hips. He kept up with his Blitz training, but hadn't had a fight in a few months. Sweeping the walk as the kids played. And then the sky felt cold, the shifts in the balance could be tasted in the air. It was... regrettable. It was also annoying, it was not Heartless, it wasn't Nobodies, Shadows or Magic or anything he was used to tasting. It tasted like... death, just, an end to all things. And when that taste grew stronger, and the carapace appeared on the edge of town he turned to the kids. "Save, take everyone inside and keep them there. Get your gun, and anyone that isn't me who comes in this door you shoot."
The retired mercenary headed for the horizon, the dark shape, the scent of death. Aura blooming around him as he drew his gun, firing as soon as he saw a gaping maw in range to fight, "Who wants to live forever anyway?"
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