Event Post

[azuremagma]

Cyril is sitting at a defunct bus stop (day), a park (day), or on the docks (night) in his full form and regalia. To be honest? He looks like shit. Hair is a mess and he's grown out a penance beard that makes him look like a crazy homeless man dressed in Babylonian garb. He mashes buttons on a tablet, muttering to himself as he types. 'Hey nerds, I'm ba-no, that sounds like I dun like this place. Tread the line carefully...' or 'Fuck, I'm sorry I fucked us up, that last duel ya did was pretty fuckin' balls, but I know you can do b-Ugh, fuck that, jus' ain't gonna talk ta 'er.' or! 'Down but never out, the badd-agh, fuck, I am out though. Fire fades an' that 'appy shit...'

Comments

[memoryistime]

*hey you know who'd be walking around? Shian.

And honestly you stand out like such a sore thumb that they can't help but notice.*

... You okay there.

[itsallogrenow]

::At the docks, a woman charges you with a lariat takedown, howling with black demonic(?) laughter.::

[crystaline]

*well I promised this.

Now that her dueling is temporally done, a pretty girl notices you at the park, Cyril.

She's giving you a look. since you do look like a mess. but you're dressed in Babylonian garb.*