HARPER
Aisha certainly isn't the only one directionless and bumming around town. Harper finally has a job, a real position of work and employ, though as a modern-century man it still feels rather lackluster compared to what he's used to. Torchline may be his new living grounds, but nothing is really home to him. Still prone to wandering, adventuring, listlessly exploring every nook and cranny of the Grounds. Mostly retracing his steps, having already done so.
At least he intends to visit Deimos, or perhaps merely take advantage of the training grounds. Find a like-minded partner if he's lucky. Harper feels stifled and brimming with directionless energy, and sparring has often been the only outlet for him, especially now that his vigilante activities have been forcibly removed from his itinerary.
There's only one another practitioner when he arrives, beautiful and striking gold against the bleak, utilitarian colors of the training area. Harper withdraws his shorter blade from his last training with Deimos, and gives an impish, handsome smile her way. "Care for a partner?"
At least he intends to visit Deimos, or perhaps merely take advantage of the training grounds. Find a like-minded partner if he's lucky. Harper feels stifled and brimming with directionless energy, and sparring has often been the only outlet for him, especially now that his vigilante activities have been forcibly removed from his itinerary.
There's only one another practitioner when he arrives, beautiful and striking gold against the bleak, utilitarian colors of the training area. Harper withdraws his shorter blade from his last training with Deimos, and gives an impish, handsome smile her way. "Care for a partner?"
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
