[Action/Voice]

[chaotic_dirge]

...I must rest.

[A tense and weary Vincent wanders through town with his gun drawn as if he's expecting a threat to approach at any second. He's heading toward his building, but he can be bothered at any point along the way.]

Comments

[returninghope]

[A gun hmm? Pinged.] It's a bit dangerous to be walking around with that in the open, isn't it?

[chaotic_dirge]

[Gives a cold stare. But after a moment he lowers the weapon.]

I was just in battle moments ago.

[It feels that way anyway...]

[returninghope]

[... Ah, that would explain that, then. He'll be taking this a bit more seriously now.]

... Are you injured?

[chaotic_dirge]

[He doesn't FEEL injured but he has some vague suspicion about how that battle went...]

I don't think I am.

[Even if he were, he'd heal in a matter of hours, or days if it were more severe.]

...Nothing that needs attention.

[strongest_nee]

Want I should make you a bed in the snow, Mr. Broody McDarkdark?

[chaotic_dirge]

[Don't tempt him. The man can sleep anywhere.]

That won't be necessary.

[strongest_nee]

Yasure about that?

[chaotic_dirge]

[Nods to indicate that yes, he's very sure. Then he happens to notice something amiss...]

You have no wings?