As an Iceberg, Vice usually likes to roam and slowly wear down his cold patience. Embracing a silent nature, the equally cold Astera weather today doesn't bother Vice's sort. Spreading his subdued anxieties and pleasant evils is what seems like a last-ditch effort of a bygone era. Real-bred Vikings and the like haven't ever been something Vice has looked up to, yet he does consider his past familial attachments while resting in place. The unpredictable sea and sparkling nights are remembered more fondly by Vice than his land dealings. Part of why Vice had joined Blue Pegasus wasn't for protection, as he simply enjoyed dunking his pony ass into a more fitting scenic beach environment. Dirtying his butt resting on a wall, Vice takes glances out toward the sea-line while shining away his renewed interests. Running along from all sorts of land trouble, Vice has always found himself negatively late to the interesting sights, so he likes to record some for himself.
Keeping his eyes up internally, Vice has begun to manifest lucid ideals in his routine, and he blinks calmly toward the day's sunlight. Trading his interest into daily squabbles, Vice likes to think that the moon's hidden camera will show up unannounced. An accompanying star and foil is always most pleasant to carve out activities. Procrastinating and rummaging through a dark brown package doesn't ease Vice's boredom. Targets dotting the sky's dark board could invite a more playful engagement from Vice. Feeling busy hasn't shaken up the recording, but Vice sits casually progressing toward acceptable stillness, as he awaits at an Astera pier. Waves cradle the quaint little area and a cheap drink in Vice's packaged embrace has settled down. Carrying the show doesn't mean Vice expects one. Blankly watching a routine, Vice realizes his boat will be ready soon as his companions sort out the final administrative work at a nearby papered platform.
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