Callum
I've started my own armageddon
The Last Step is not a place that Callum frequents, but he comes anyway, drawn by the spectacle promised by the voice of Vox in his head.
He arrives with his usual attire: dark clothes, a crossbow on his back (just in case), and daggers sheathed upon his belt. He joins the crowd and stands, arms crossed, watching. Some of the participants seem to be treating this as some big joke; others are taking it a bit more seriously. For his part, Cal isn't sure which direction to lean.
When it's his turn, he steps up, pulling out an old leather wallet that he emptied out last night. "A wallet," he drawls. "Because why not?" It's something basic, that he doesn't mind parting with, and it's just boring enough that it might catch the eldritch creature's interest.
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Callum brings an old leather wallet.
He arrives with his usual attire: dark clothes, a crossbow on his back (just in case), and daggers sheathed upon his belt. He joins the crowd and stands, arms crossed, watching. Some of the participants seem to be treating this as some big joke; others are taking it a bit more seriously. For his part, Cal isn't sure which direction to lean.
When it's his turn, he steps up, pulling out an old leather wallet that he emptied out last night. "A wallet," he drawls. "Because why not?" It's something basic, that he doesn't mind parting with, and it's just boring enough that it might catch the eldritch creature's interest.
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Callum brings an old leather wallet.
No one else to blame for this World War Three
