Post by Vice Ysal on Mar 1, 2014 22:11:39 GMT -5
Vice, again, wasn't a person who expected much from others. To reiterate a well known fact, expectations only lead to disappointment and Vice found no use in disappointing himself with stupid expectations for other people. It might have been a thing due to his growing up, or his own independence for the better part of his teen years, or just going through everyday life in a different manner than most people his age. Whatever it was, the biker had more important things to pursue for the time being and thus inner monologues had no place with him for now. As it were, the young man was surveying the fields in front of him. It was damn well abandoned, that much was for sure, but something felt different there. He just didn't know what exactly. Shaking his head, and promising to himself that he'd explore that particular region when he was stronger, the red eyed asian turned his neck to look at the west this time.
A different area, but a place that he'd been somewhat familiar with already. It wasn't quite mapped out completely but he mused that this was the reason why he was there. The trek from the terminal to this area didn't take long and it didn't even wind him at all but it was a smart idea to take a breather now and survey what you can to make better choices. Next to him were his swords, easy to reach and easy to use but unfortunately, with how much stronger the enemies were becoming, their usefulness was quickly diminishing. Still, it was a good alternative in the event that he'd be unable to use Arondight. Hopping off the block of concrete that had acted as a makeshift seat, the biker fixed the customised leather coat he had with him and dusted the backside of his pants. The gloves snapped back into place and with a small stretch of his arms, readied himself for what's to come.
Tristan Carter