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| Squire Vince Posts: 1575/1586 |
"Fucking filthy assisstants," Spider shouted out loud, lugging a large duffle bag behind himself. The rain soaking him with each step he took. "I ask for one thing, a shit ton of guns to be brought and made into a throne for their new God, and what do i get." Tiny drops of water fell onto the mans bald head, rolling down his scalp over a small tattoo of his namesake. He wasn't dressed for this weather, wearing only a black suit jacket (left unbuttoned), black slacks, and combat boots. Spider noticed a man standing in the rain. It was then Spider looked around himself. "FUCK! They sent me to the damn past again, i'm going to feed them their intestines through a straw!" Shifting his glance back to the man. "Hey fuckhead, where and when am I?" |
| Phoenixocracy Posts: 2473/2746 |
Rain slapped against the cobblestones softly as it fell from the night sky. The moon was blanketed behind full clouds, resting for the night until the wet weather resided.
Hanging from the walls of stone buildings that made up the small courtyard were a few torches, their light sputtering from the moisture but fighting to be seen. Their light pooled out and reflected off of rippling puddles and onto the cloaked figure in the center of the courtyard. They stood there in the faint light, hood drawn, and endured the rain without a movement, almost a part of the night itself. |
