RONIN
the dark star
"What'd you think? Is this challenging enough for us?" Ronin is asking, sounding breathless just from being out here in the heat. The Furnace at LongHeat spells out certain death for all but the most hardy of individuals, of which the Taliesins are luckily (or unfortunately, depending) counted.
And so, stripped to the waist and with his shoes, clothes and some food and water stacked nearby, the Huntsman rolls his shoulders - which, naturally, are already pink from the relentless sunlight. "I figure if just existing here is enough to make us sweat, it should be a perfect place to try and beat the fuck out of each other. Er, lovingly, of course."
And so, stripped to the waist and with his shoes, clothes and some food and water stacked nearby, the Huntsman rolls his shoulders - which, naturally, are already pink from the relentless sunlight. "I figure if just existing here is enough to make us sweat, it should be a perfect place to try and beat the fuck out of each other. Er, lovingly, of course."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
