RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
"I was pledged to Safrin when I got this little trick," Ronin('s projection) says brightly as it starts to prep the area for painting whilst the real Ronin is out at the market. "You might be able to get an item that does something similar, though I don't know if it'll be pack quite as much of a punch. Speaking of which, please don't punch my projection, or I won't be able to lift things up any more." A totally normal thing to request, yes.
The White Knight himself soon returns from his errand, dismissing said projection so he can get to work. He's opted for an entirely new colour, having selected a pale, sea green that will look effective and intentional when Torchline's salt breeze and sea storms inevitably strip it back with time. "It's starting to look good in there," he calls as he dips a brush into the paint to complete his task. It smells a lot better too, but he opts not to add that part.
Ronin paints!
The White Knight himself soon returns from his errand, dismissing said projection so he can get to work. He's opted for an entirely new colour, having selected a pale, sea green that will look effective and intentional when Torchline's salt breeze and sea storms inevitably strip it back with time. "It's starting to look good in there," he calls as he dips a brush into the paint to complete his task. It smells a lot better too, but he opts not to add that part.
Ronin paints!
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
