RONIN
the dark star
"Wh-- since when?" Ronin wants to know, covered in dead leaves and frost as he scrabbles to try and sit up as well. They're both a mess and they'll both have scrapes and bruises coming out of this, but that doesn't make the Huntsman's expression any less cheerful. He's about to lunge for Noah again (and potentially turn this into a snowball fight instead of a game of tag) when the other man stalls him, Ronin furrowing his brow and leaning in closer.
"Oho?" He grins, nodding his agreement and carefully settling back. In silence, his projection appears amid the trees somewhere behind them, beginning to prowl through the undergrowth while the real Ronin continues to breathe and move around the leaves and generally make his presence known. Getting his feet under him, he reaches out to offer the Sentinel a hand up too.
"Oho?" He grins, nodding his agreement and carefully settling back. In silence, his projection appears amid the trees somewhere behind them, beginning to prowl through the undergrowth while the real Ronin continues to breathe and move around the leaves and generally make his presence known. Getting his feet under him, he reaches out to offer the Sentinel a hand up too.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
