Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
"Yeah, kinda! Just...imagine a slingshot thats a lot stronger and makes a loud bang." Once, he might have been offended to hear his guns described so, but now he was just happy to hear someone sort of getting the concept.
A lot of people seemed to hate this Voice person. Adam didn't really get how someone so disliked wasn't already dead, what with the amount of strong and powerful people about. In his world you didn't last long when you were that strongly hated; was she so strong no-one could dream to hurt her? Ludo had certainly seemed uncomfortable at the idea. "I kinda wanna meet this Voice lady. She's pretty fucking infamous, huh?"
Ronin asked for cards suddenly and Adam grinned, reached down for his bag. "As it happens, I do, but they're a bit grubby. Lotta bars like this." Pulling out a tattered, cloth-lined box, he put it on the table and pulled out a set of uneven cards, each painted crudely. They were not fancy at all, but he'd bought them years ago and now couldn't bring himself to throw them out. "Why do you ask?"
