⚔ Second strike

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[After spending some time reading through the strange journal that the castle provided for him, Thassarian gets...restless. He doesn't mind waiting, as long as he's waiting for something. This sitting about just won't do. He checks his armour and straps on his swords. After a moment's hesitation, he takes the journal with him, heads into the lobby, and strides out of the castle doors with a look of resolute purpose.

Even though he really has little idea where he is going.]

[OOC: Open! Feel free to come and pester the death knight.]

Comments

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

[ try to imagine a vaguely amused smile here, even if I lack the icon for it ]

Better than the alternative.

It's because he's a boy scout

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

Indeed so.

[He holds out a hand.]

Thassarian.

...hello /account rename

[symmetrist.livejournal.com]

[ he'll put aside one of his guns for now and take the offered hand, giving a firm handshake ]

Death the Kid.

sup

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[blink] Is that a name or a title?

[symmetrist.livejournal.com]

It's a name.

[ why do people always ask that? ]

I'm named after my father.

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[No, Thassarian is not going to make a "Death in the family" joke. But it did cross his mind for a moment.

...instead he motions to the guns.]

Are those yours?

[symmetrist.livejournal.com]

The guns? [ he'll twirl them expertly for a moment ] Yes.

They're a poor replacement for my partners, but they're probably the best I could expect here in Paradisa.

[ actually, hadn't somebody offered to make him replacements? ...wonder what happened with that ]

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

Your partners? [Interesting way of talking about weapons--if that was what he was talking about.]

[symmetrist.livejournal.com]

Right. [ he'll look a little thoughtful here ] Liz and Patty, my weapons. Liz was here for a short time, but... ah, well, they're useless when they're not a pair anyway.

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

Interesting.

Your weapons...they were alive?