Dust knew that the man beside him liked the idea of weapons and warfare, but apparently read his admiration for the sword wrongly. He still thought the guy should at least see what his and Dawn's time could offer, but he understood how hard it was to pull away from what you knew. More than he wanted to let on, as he looked down at his hand. There was nothing strange about Dust's hand, there was an old scar where he had a thick shard of glass stuck in his palm when he was young; when the image of blood was new to him and the large amount that had spread down his arm as he tried to cope with the crimson colored liquid actually freaked him out. Now even if it was his own blood he could ignore it as long as it didn't prohibit his movement. Which it had occasionally. However, his mind was not on the past, but his hand. He only knew his own power, it was all he ever knew. Yet, here he was seemingly powerless while the old-timer still had his blade.
Wolf fell behind as they broke the surface of this area of cityscape. He was lost in his own thoughts, but the very real and very heavy impact that that man had left him returned. Standing in the street, surrounded by the wisps of the city, Dust's dark hair tussled lightly as he glanced over in time to watch The Strongest Prime appear briefly, but the fogs swallowed him and his companion up. No doubt it was the elf from before, Dust considered that the stand off between the two figures had not been as rivaling as he first thought. Both called to his nature, beckoned him just as much as the mist around them beckoned him like sirens in the sea. He knew that both encounters could be deadly, against his inner animal, SW-808 moved back in line with the man who could sense Dawn and himself, before he was left behind to fight his own inner demons.
Ookami found himself chasing the swordsman towards a building that went on forever, especially with their view from below. He could sense danger all around him, but whatever was lurking in the fog seemed too slow to ensnare him. He tried to make out what type of building it was as they approached, but could only guess something full of offices and boring mundane lives. He entered the lobby through the front door. Greeted by someone's voice who warned him to keep it civil, his 'collar' on his ankle noting his passing into a safe zone.
Wolf fell behind as they broke the surface of this area of cityscape. He was lost in his own thoughts, but the very real and very heavy impact that that man had left him returned. Standing in the street, surrounded by the wisps of the city, Dust's dark hair tussled lightly as he glanced over in time to watch The Strongest Prime appear briefly, but the fogs swallowed him and his companion up. No doubt it was the elf from before, Dust considered that the stand off between the two figures had not been as rivaling as he first thought. Both called to his nature, beckoned him just as much as the mist around them beckoned him like sirens in the sea. He knew that both encounters could be deadly, against his inner animal, SW-808 moved back in line with the man who could sense Dawn and himself, before he was left behind to fight his own inner demons.
Ookami found himself chasing the swordsman towards a building that went on forever, especially with their view from below. He could sense danger all around him, but whatever was lurking in the fog seemed too slow to ensnare him. He tried to make out what type of building it was as they approached, but could only guess something full of offices and boring mundane lives. He entered the lobby through the front door. Greeted by someone's voice who warned him to keep it civil, his 'collar' on his ankle noting his passing into a safe zone.
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"Centurion: I'll leave you to your work then Dust. Thanks for chatting!
Me: no problem. stay awesome!
Centurion: It's more of a passive ability"