[ He's taken to exploring the island when things are quiet. Sometimes on foot, sometimes by air, usually in the woods, but sometimes along the coast. Not a terribly exciting task, given many afternoons go by yielding no new information, but it's far preferable to the oddly nerve-wracking tedium of listless evenings with nothing to do.
He hasn't had this much time to himself since he was eight.
So this afternoon, like many others, finds Vangeance making his way through vaguely-familiar scenery, his breath fogging cold before him as he casts about in search of anything unusual, and -- he spots something, for once.
A ... hut? Some sort of shelter. Certainly nothing he expected to find away from the housing district.
There's the quiet rustle of his footsteps as he approaches, his grimoire already out and floating beside him, just in case. But otherwise just trying to figure out exactly what's going on here ... ? ]
i am here for you, cinny-chan
He hasn't had this much time to himself since he was eight.
So this afternoon, like many others, finds Vangeance making his way through vaguely-familiar scenery, his breath fogging cold before him as he casts about in search of anything unusual, and -- he spots something, for once.
A ... hut? Some sort of shelter. Certainly nothing he expected to find away from the housing district.
There's the quiet rustle of his footsteps as he approaches, his grimoire already out and floating beside him, just in case. But otherwise just trying to figure out exactly what's going on here ... ? ]