there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Oh," says Ronin, both surprised and impressed by the practical element of her thinking. So saying, he pulls his foot out of the pumpkin guts which are, by now, absolutely no use for cooking, and makes sure to dispatch the next one with a bit more dignity. Tilting his head, he's not surprised to find them less than cooperative with Amalia's attempts at parlay, eventually turning to address the sea of pumpkins with an ocean of his own.
Except Ronin's ocean is made of stars, the Aquarius constellation tattooed on his wrist shining golden as he summons the cosmic wave, washing gourds away and down the street. It should buy them a little time, at least. And it gives him a moment to listen to the Angel beside him. "Is it cool now, to say all the bad things that have happened to you as if they are nothing at all?" he wonders. "And yes, I had my worries about that. I don't any more, though."
Except Ronin's ocean is made of stars, the Aquarius constellation tattooed on his wrist shining golden as he summons the cosmic wave, washing gourds away and down the street. It should buy them a little time, at least. And it gives him a moment to listen to the Angel beside him. "Is it cool now, to say all the bad things that have happened to you as if they are nothing at all?" he wonders. "And yes, I had my worries about that. I don't any more, though."
RONIN
