[ Well, haven't we all found ourselves in a foreboding little place. This tall elfman opens his eyes slow, and the first thing that comes to his countenance is a slight frown. He digs the tips of his armoured feet into the dirt, finding it to be real -- a careful, but deep breath of the air, finding that to be adequate. ]
...A fine mess we've put ourselves in, Nidhogg.
...
...Nidhogg?
[ He glances over his shoulder and finds nothing on his back except his armour. He scowls, immediate, gods damn it. Were you standing nearby? This scowl might accidentally be directed at you, though ere your expressions meet, he quickly turns to look away -- and follow that up by walking away, just as fast.
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I. OLD MONOCHROME, NEW TO YOU.
[ Well, haven't we all found ourselves in a foreboding little place. This tall elfman opens his eyes slow, and the first thing that comes to his countenance is a slight frown. He digs the tips of his armoured feet into the dirt, finding it to be real -- a careful, but deep breath of the air, finding that to be adequate. ]
...A fine mess we've put ourselves in, Nidhogg.
...
...Nidhogg?
[ He glances over his shoulder and finds nothing on his back except his armour. He scowls, immediate, gods damn it. Were you standing nearby? This scowl might accidentally be directed at you, though ere your expressions meet, he quickly turns to look away -- and follow that up by walking away, just as fast.
Goodbye!!! ]