Callum
I've started my own armageddon
Vox is disappointed by Cal’s offering, but the mercenary doesn’t care. He merely grins at the eldritch being - a sharp thing that doesn’t reach his eyes - and begins the climb. Others around him seem to recognize one another, splitting off into pairs or small groups. He doesn’t let his solitude bother him. Fewer people to care about meant fewer weaknesses to contend with.
Cal reaches the top of the Step and pauses, waiting for those before him to complete their own drops before tossing his wallet into the air. He watches as it falls, perhaps just as unimpressed with the item as Vox himself, and then steps out of the way for the next contender.
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Cal drops his wallet.
Cal reaches the top of the Step and pauses, waiting for those before him to complete their own drops before tossing his wallet into the air. He watches as it falls, perhaps just as unimpressed with the item as Vox himself, and then steps out of the way for the next contender.
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Cal drops his wallet.
No one else to blame for this World War Three
