07-26-2017, 08:43 PM
That was one hell of a story. There was much to take in. The twitterpated expression on Dust'Dust's face suggested whomever he met must have pulled at his heart - or the very least his loins. It was amusing enough to earn a smirk from the vagabond. A great deal has happened since their separation.
"You have had fun, I see. Not much has happened since my return from Oblivion." There were a few things, but not nearly as much.
"I did meet up with the bushy-browed boy. He was weak and being engaged by a healthy foe. I stepped in and proved my strength fresh from Death's door." The Robin chuckled. "He asked for time to summon a weapon, but instead chose to fly!" He punctuated his disgust in the man with a sharp laugh. "Pitiful. He then dares to try and recruit me as his Samurai."
He shook his head. "After that, it was walking and training till I arrived here. I did manage to channel this Omnilium magic into my swordplay. I have no reason to fret those who no longer walk the ground." The smirk told tales of the man's pride.
"But I digress. My return to life has been uneventful. After that man ripped the beating heart from my chest, the .... entertainment value of day to day life has gone down. I only regret I could not finish the game." His words were true and casual. He did not seem too heartbroken over the loss of the fight, only losing so soon.
Dust's brows rose and for a moment all eyes were on him. Takeo glanced around, a questioning expression upon his features. "What? Have I said something offensive?" Meanwhile Dust was eyeing that brutal death scar across his friend's ribs with new wonder. The swordsman covered a decent fraction of the ax wound with an empty hand. "Weak stomachs?"
"You have had fun, I see. Not much has happened since my return from Oblivion." There were a few things, but not nearly as much.
"I did meet up with the bushy-browed boy. He was weak and being engaged by a healthy foe. I stepped in and proved my strength fresh from Death's door." The Robin chuckled. "He asked for time to summon a weapon, but instead chose to fly!" He punctuated his disgust in the man with a sharp laugh. "Pitiful. He then dares to try and recruit me as his Samurai."
He shook his head. "After that, it was walking and training till I arrived here. I did manage to channel this Omnilium magic into my swordplay. I have no reason to fret those who no longer walk the ground." The smirk told tales of the man's pride.
"But I digress. My return to life has been uneventful. After that man ripped the beating heart from my chest, the .... entertainment value of day to day life has gone down. I only regret I could not finish the game." His words were true and casual. He did not seem too heartbroken over the loss of the fight, only losing so soon.
Dust's brows rose and for a moment all eyes were on him. Takeo glanced around, a questioning expression upon his features. "What? Have I said something offensive?" Meanwhile Dust was eyeing that brutal death scar across his friend's ribs with new wonder. The swordsman covered a decent fraction of the ax wound with an empty hand. "Weak stomachs?"