COLT
You put my fire out each time I lit it
See your demons in the mirror and they keep grinning
Got my backbone back, four years you kept it hidden
See your demons in the mirror and they keep grinning
Got my backbone back, four years you kept it hidden
The screaming laughter of children at play drifts over the stagnant air every so often, persistent enough that eventually Colt's attention turns towards it in curiosity for the source of such joy. It's a little further down, not quite able to see it all clearly, but she catches glimpses of the small kids running back and forth through streams of water and huddling under a drizzle that drops over their heads. She might have figured their parents arranged some sort of sprinkler system in the middle of town, except for the tall man that comes into view not long after, a drink of water all on his own.
She returns his unspoken greeting with one of her own, hand waving as she smiles back. As soon as he's inside ordering his drink though, she's on the move, gathering whatever willing participants she can from around her—after all, she'd just paid for their drinks, the least they could do is listen to her schemes.
So after some hushed whispering over tucked in shoulder and furtive glances to keep a bead on where the Flood is at, she and the group of townsfolk she's assembled have a plan. The folks that live closest to here dart off to fetch whatever large pitchers or buckets they can, using sinks and hoses and available taps. It might seem counter intuitive to be inspired to run around beneath all this heat, but the promise of more cold beer on Colt's dime, and better yet, a good natured laugh at the Archon's expense, is plenty motivator for most people in King's End.
With the nod from one man who has his back pressed against the alley, Colt bites back a laugh and instead nonchalantly calls out, "hey Flood!" Waiting for him to step back outside, not particularly wanting to incur the wrath of the pub owner and be barred from its doors by doing this inside, she keeps the pail of water she's been handed tucked behind her back. It's obvious, but she's relying on the confusion and the timing to keep it unexpected as she dumps it at him with a lift and a swing, dousing him from head to waist. Empty bucket still in hand, a laugh peals free while she jumps the rail and skitters down the alley. "Tag, you're IT!" she hollers as she goes, her team stationed around the city with various armaments of water.
She returns his unspoken greeting with one of her own, hand waving as she smiles back. As soon as he's inside ordering his drink though, she's on the move, gathering whatever willing participants she can from around her—after all, she'd just paid for their drinks, the least they could do is listen to her schemes.
So after some hushed whispering over tucked in shoulder and furtive glances to keep a bead on where the Flood is at, she and the group of townsfolk she's assembled have a plan. The folks that live closest to here dart off to fetch whatever large pitchers or buckets they can, using sinks and hoses and available taps. It might seem counter intuitive to be inspired to run around beneath all this heat, but the promise of more cold beer on Colt's dime, and better yet, a good natured laugh at the Archon's expense, is plenty motivator for most people in King's End.
With the nod from one man who has his back pressed against the alley, Colt bites back a laugh and instead nonchalantly calls out, "hey Flood!" Waiting for him to step back outside, not particularly wanting to incur the wrath of the pub owner and be barred from its doors by doing this inside, she keeps the pail of water she's been handed tucked behind her back. It's obvious, but she's relying on the confusion and the timing to keep it unexpected as she dumps it at him with a lift and a swing, dousing him from head to waist. Empty bucket still in hand, a laugh peals free while she jumps the rail and skitters down the alley. "Tag, you're IT!" she hollers as she goes, her team stationed around the city with various armaments of water.
Some things are meant to be, looks like we weren't
When I ran away from you my flame returned
Guess it's safe to say that now the bridge is burned
When I ran away from you my flame returned
Guess it's safe to say that now the bridge is burned
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
