for vax'ildan, when his feet keep moving when the rest of the world stops, it comes with a sense of relief. he walks with his head held high, his expression betraying not an ounce of any of his emotions; dressed in the deathwalker's ward, he doesn't spare a look backwards as he keeps moving.
stepping into the archway, the place is pitch black and cold, like ice. vax turns his head to look at percy, finally, and something appears in his hands - a paintball gun.
familiar, from the last 'combat', maybe. it's almost funny, because of course it's a gun. vax looks down at it, at the unnatural way it feels to hold it, and then up, at the person who invented a weapon like this in exandria, who feared its spread for so long. ]
Percival. [ vax says, voice just loud enough to be heard by the audience.
it's just testing the waters, for now, in this ice cold, black pitch void. standing here with percy, it feels more homelike than it should. ]
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for vax'ildan, when his feet keep moving when the rest of the world stops, it comes with a sense of relief. he walks with his head held high, his expression betraying not an ounce of any of his emotions; dressed in the deathwalker's ward, he doesn't spare a look backwards as he keeps moving.
stepping into the archway, the place is pitch black and cold, like ice. vax turns his head to look at percy, finally, and something appears in his hands - a paintball gun.
familiar, from the last 'combat', maybe. it's almost funny, because of course it's a gun. vax looks down at it, at the unnatural way it feels to hold it, and then up, at the person who invented a weapon like this in exandria, who feared its spread for so long. ]
Percival. [ vax says, voice just loud enough to be heard by the audience.
it's just testing the waters, for now, in this ice cold, black pitch void. standing here with percy, it feels more homelike than it should. ]