Fox is a monster hunter, not a soldier. But he's also never one to turn down someone in need of help, and so when he hears that Noah is cleaning up the barracks, he trudges through the downpour to lend a hand. The Ancient is bundled up in a coat with a wide hood, buttoned securely to keep him as dry as possible - not that he guesses it will do much in the long run.
"Hey," he greets the Forsaken upon seeing him, raising a hand in a wave and shifting to stand in the shelter of an awning. "Just tell me where you need me," he says. "The quicker the better, if you don't mind. This isn't as bad as the snow, but it's close."
The hood and the rain mean it's only as he turns his head that he spots Deimos as well - which is frankly hilarious given the size of the other man - and Fox almost chokes on his own breath. "Ah, sorry," he says, offering a respectful nod to the other man. "Good to see you, too."
"Hey," he greets the Forsaken upon seeing him, raising a hand in a wave and shifting to stand in the shelter of an awning. "Just tell me where you need me," he says. "The quicker the better, if you don't mind. This isn't as bad as the snow, but it's close."
The hood and the rain mean it's only as he turns his head that he spots Deimos as well - which is frankly hilarious given the size of the other man - and Fox almost chokes on his own breath. "Ah, sorry," he says, offering a respectful nod to the other man. "Good to see you, too."
when the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
