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

[azuremagma]

"...Yeah? Normally I think I'd try ta fault that logic, but ya've made it this far." He kinda sits up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling into an embrace.

"Fuck. At the risk of seemin' sentimental an' sappy, it's so good ta see ya, Ennie. An' yer still fuckin' 'ot as all get out."

[itsallogrenow]

Oh please.

All I did was walk alot.

At least no one's telling me I have a beard anymore.

::Laughs like a hyena. Or a jackal. Or both.::

[azuremagma]

"Yeah? I found that weird that people said ya were... Ah, fuck it. Wanna go make a mistake we'll deal with in the mornin'?"

[itsallogrenow]

Always!

::Grins.::