DAS RULES ✔ Comment with a journal of a character you've thought of apping as though they are already in the game ✔ Tag around with new and old characters ✔ App all those characters ✔ ??? ✔ PROFIT! ✔ This meme robbed from Ataraxion!
The Kid didn't know what he was doin'. Was he in some kinda sky palace? Did the endless battle of life finally let him slip? Whatever it was, one question was paramount...
...who the $#%& was this weirdo in the red outfit narrating his life?
[It's all a little much for Zulf. Man's been through a lot. But a floating ourobourous in the sky as the icing on that cake? He's just gonna stare now.]
[The Kid knows what Zulf's been through. He's been through a lot of the same.
He doesn't say anything. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't know what he would say. Eventually, he places a hand to the Ura's shoulder. Maybe just to let him know he's not totally alone.
Okay. And maybe he offers him his bottle of Lifewine too.]
[Zulf starts, shaken out of his stare. He gives the Kid a long look...
... but then gratefully accepts a sip of that wine. Warms him right back up. Gives him the strength to maybe say a thing or two.]
I'd... conjecture that perhaps we are in over our heads... here.
[He gestures to the vista before them]
This is beyond any 'Mancer's art I've seen. I gather there's no way back, either, but...
[Perhaps that's for the best. One group of refugees traded for another isn't that great, but... even so. Maybe this is a place they can start again. Try to pick up the pieces.]
The Kid | Bastion
The Kid | Bastion
[Cue disturbingly deep voice]
no subject
... [He taps the strange device on his arm a couple times. It seems to not give him what he's looking for, so he looks up at Deadpool again.]
...can this thing tell me who you are?
no subject
no subject
He doesn't say anything. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't know what he would say. Eventually, he places a hand to the Ura's shoulder. Maybe just to let him know he's not totally alone.
Okay. And maybe he offers him his bottle of Lifewine too.]
no subject
... but then gratefully accepts a sip of that wine. Warms him right back up. Gives him the strength to maybe say a thing or two.]
I'd... conjecture that perhaps we are in over our heads... here.
[He gestures to the vista before them]
This is beyond any 'Mancer's art I've seen. I gather there's no way back, either, but...
[Perhaps that's for the best. One group of refugees traded for another isn't that great, but... even so. Maybe this is a place they can start again. Try to pick up the pieces.]