we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Anywhere at all," Ronin slurs with a grin, even as they try to wrestle each other onto their feet (good luck, boys). "I got a charm an' it means all letters will get to me, wherever I am in the world. Must drive the ravens crazy." Chuckling, they get into a standing position even if it's very unstable, the Flood and the Star dancing off down the beach for a few paces before they find some sort of balance propped up against one another.
"I'm so fucked up," Ronin giggles, "and it's not even from th'drink." He means to give a gentle pat to Sunjata's shoulder, but his arms are kind of all over the Flood, so he ends up patting his belly instead. Go figure. Oh, but then Jata calls him a good size and Ronin's eyes fill with true-to-the-gods tears. "Really?" he croaks, stumbling forward that they might go for their stroll. "That's so sweet of you to say."
"I'm so fucked up," Ronin giggles, "and it's not even from th'drink." He means to give a gentle pat to Sunjata's shoulder, but his arms are kind of all over the Flood, so he ends up patting his belly instead. Go figure. Oh, but then Jata calls him a good size and Ronin's eyes fill with true-to-the-gods tears. "Really?" he croaks, stumbling forward that they might go for their stroll. "That's so sweet of you to say."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
