[ Even back on Tierra, a few people might be wary at seeing a horned redhead in armour carrying two swords striding into the alleyway. He's spent all too long trying to manage the chaos and the evidence is palpable — tears to his clothing and dried blood across his abdomen, breath heavy and his hands continuing to linger by his blades as he makes his way through the alley.
He expects to find more people gone feral, but instead he finds...someone drawing? ]
What are you doing?
[ Squint. Actually... he's seen similar things back home, and around this city too. Still, the question has already left his mouth. ]
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He expects to find more people gone feral, but instead he finds...someone drawing? ]
What are you doing?
[ Squint. Actually... he's seen similar things back home, and around this city too. Still, the question has already left his mouth. ]