Ye of Little Faith
Who: Genesis Rhapsodos (redpeacock) and Rolo Haliburton Lamperouge (projectiles)
When: October 26. Midday.
Where: By the Church, then to the hunting grounds.
Format: Prose, present tense.
What: Genesis agrees to meet up with Rolo right after a conversation. A-hunting they will go~ hi ho de merri-o! ♥
Warnings: Possible discussions on faith? General playing with Rolo's mind? Possibly Genesis being a poetic asshole, too. Other than that, I don't know what else to warn against |D *licks a rolo*
Midday in Anatole in the midst of the mist is like walking on a stage lit with yellow light, intense in the subtle mist that clouds the air. By the church, Genesis was waiting. He had exchanged part of his SOLDIER garb for something to blend in more with the natives of Anatole-- a deep red silk vest over a white cotton shirt and a black cravat adorned with a ruby brooch. All of them skillfully charmed from a bourgeois he met during a hunt. He kept his scarlet coat, scarlet gloves, his black pants and his knee-high boots, though. They fit in well enough. And besides that, he wouldn't be foolish enough to go hunting without sufficient armor. The pauldrons would suffice.
Now, he waited for the boy he only had a glimpse of on a video. He seemed interesting enough. Probably could make a good ally as well, if he could move his trust.
At that thought, he smirked ever so slightly.
When: October 26. Midday.
Where: By the Church, then to the hunting grounds.
Format: Prose, present tense.
What: Genesis agrees to meet up with Rolo right after a conversation. A-hunting they will go~ hi ho de merri-o! ♥
Warnings: Possible discussions on faith? General playing with Rolo's mind? Possibly Genesis being a poetic asshole, too. Other than that, I don't know what else to warn against |D *licks a rolo*
Midday in Anatole in the midst of the mist is like walking on a stage lit with yellow light, intense in the subtle mist that clouds the air. By the church, Genesis was waiting. He had exchanged part of his SOLDIER garb for something to blend in more with the natives of Anatole-- a deep red silk vest over a white cotton shirt and a black cravat adorned with a ruby brooch. All of them skillfully charmed from a bourgeois he met during a hunt. He kept his scarlet coat, scarlet gloves, his black pants and his knee-high boots, though. They fit in well enough. And besides that, he wouldn't be foolish enough to go hunting without sufficient armor. The pauldrons would suffice.
Now, he waited for the boy he only had a glimpse of on a video. He seemed interesting enough. Probably could make a good ally as well, if he could move his trust.
At that thought, he smirked ever so slightly.