Marigold finally, and Erebus was pleased to have come this far now. He stepped off the train to take in the sight. His perspective in first person, people walked on by, the sky was blue. The buildings a rocky brown, and wagon carts being pulled about casually. Erebus was a natural critic and would've resurfaced most of these buildings for cleaner outward images. However, there was an ageless feeling to respect. He decided not to question the state of this place nor it's people. He began to walk down the sidewalk which was kinda stained by, well, he assumed age. Wear and tear had degraded it well beyond it's years. There was an epiphany to be had here today, that Erebus probably should talk to the mayor about changing out this garbage shit. But he sewed his mouth on closed. Making note not to do that. Besides, Erebus was Grimoire Heart... The bloody guild with no self rights. Ugh. Oh well, he assumed they'd eventually roll through here and destroy the place anyways. His mind was elsewhere just as it should be. He could see the town in the distance as he exited Marigold. "Hello, Hargeon." | _________ Strength: 35 (+35) Speed: 8 Endurance: 13 _________ MP: 1425 Samehada: Equipped Lycan Mode: Inactive WC:200/200 |
Marigold to Hargeon [Foot]
Mon Sep 18, 2017 6:57 pm
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