The walk had cooled him down, no pun intended. Now he was just merely annoyed with everything around him. As per his usual state of mind. When he had shown up, he wanted to cut down every last thing he could find, and freeze solid what he could not. The only thing keeping him from doing so was a lack of understanding. Acting out recklessly could cost him. Dearly.
And thus he had found himself in the heart of downtown. Rather lost, in actuality. He had not been paying attention to where he was going, nor making note of any landmarks to judge his location by. By and large, he had simply been clearing his mind. No small task, considered.
His eyes eventually caught someone. A "free samples" sign outside of some cafe. While he had no interest in whatever samples they were offering, nor any inclination to inbibe or partake in anything of this place...someone else was bound to. Perhaps he could get answers from them.
"One way or another." He muttered as his hand tightened around the sheathed blade at his side. After all, that was how anything got done back home. Stupid fighting game worlds.
B) Call Me
[The voice that speaks across the network right now? Extremely annoyed. And voice only. He doesn't want to broadcast where he is.]
Since the idiots who run this place gave me this, it's only fitting I use it to call them out. But since I know they'll only disappoint me, the rest of you have the chance to try and not.
What is this? The truth of it, not the same vague nonsense I was provided already.
[The only good thing he had discovered so far was this. It was really easy to just hang up on someone.]
C) Wild Card
[More or less for if you have an idea for a different kind of prompt or starter. Feel free to discuss, or just launch into it with me.]
Jin Kisaragi | Blazblue | OTA (for everything)
The walk had cooled him down, no pun intended. Now he was just merely annoyed with everything around him. As per his usual state of mind. When he had shown up, he wanted to cut down every last thing he could find, and freeze solid what he could not. The only thing keeping him from doing so was a lack of understanding. Acting out recklessly could cost him. Dearly.
And thus he had found himself in the heart of downtown. Rather lost, in actuality. He had not been paying attention to where he was going, nor making note of any landmarks to judge his location by. By and large, he had simply been clearing his mind. No small task, considered.
His eyes eventually caught someone. A "free samples" sign outside of some cafe. While he had no interest in whatever samples they were offering, nor any inclination to inbibe or partake in anything of this place...someone else was bound to. Perhaps he could get answers from them.
"One way or another." He muttered as his hand tightened around the sheathed blade at his side. After all, that was how anything got done back home.
Stupid fighting game worlds.B) Call Me
[The voice that speaks across the network right now? Extremely annoyed. And voice only. He doesn't want to broadcast where he is.]
Since the idiots who run this place gave me this, it's only fitting I use it to call them out. But since I know they'll only disappoint me, the rest of you have the chance to try and not.
What is this? The truth of it, not the same vague nonsense I was provided already.
[The only good thing he had discovered so far was this. It was really easy to just hang up on someone.]
C) Wild Card
[More or less for if you have an idea for a different kind of prompt or starter. Feel free to discuss, or just launch into it with me.]