Post by Tristan Carter on May 11, 2018 16:59:56 GMT -7
Whoever or whatever decided to give teenagers the power to reshape the world was a moron, Tristan had decided. Sure, a few here and there had good intentions, but he really didn't think it made up for the high amount of dipsticks that suddenly thought themselves better than literally everyone else and therefore entitled to whatever they wanted. Teenagers weren't exactly known for their good judgement, decision making skills, empathy, foresight, personal hygiene, agreeable natures - the list went on and on.
It was because of one prime example of such a dipstick that Tristan was spending any more time in Florence. If it wasn't for the mini Mussolini, the shadowmancer would be back at home, where they had invented indoor plumbing amongst practically everything else that made life bearable. Unfortunately, he needed to stick around and make sure that the new regime wasn't about to start building itself on the corpses of man. That was why he was currently camped out on a rooftop near the site of the battle, watching the immediate area through the eyes of constructs scattered in various shadows. Normal sight may have caught that something about the shadows in question didn't appear quite right, but night was quickly approaching and soon even that much wouldn't be discernable.
He was convinced that if things were going to go wrong, they'd start going wrong quick. The hedgehog clearly didn't have his temper in check and was quick to act violently, so Tristan was expecting to see an explosion signaling the death of someone being noncompliant. He didn't really know what he'd be able to do about it - evacuate the town was the current concept he was debating the merits of - especially given how the other mage had both backup and a built in counter to his powers, but he was at least going to be around to make an attempt. Even if that attempt would mean experiencing several deaths again.
Instead of a flashy execution, though, one of the constructs saw the aforementioned backup heading in the general direction of the main body. Pokey didn't really appear to be a threat, given she used traditional weaponry, but she was annoying. She wasn't someone he really wanted to deal with right now. But, at the same time, if she wasn't establishing terms, she clearly wanted something.
Tristan appeared in a shadow a short ways to her left. "What the hell do you want?" he asked, irritated but quiet. If she was looking to continue the fight, he'd be ready, but he wasn't going to start it.
Diana
It was because of one prime example of such a dipstick that Tristan was spending any more time in Florence. If it wasn't for the mini Mussolini, the shadowmancer would be back at home, where they had invented indoor plumbing amongst practically everything else that made life bearable. Unfortunately, he needed to stick around and make sure that the new regime wasn't about to start building itself on the corpses of man. That was why he was currently camped out on a rooftop near the site of the battle, watching the immediate area through the eyes of constructs scattered in various shadows. Normal sight may have caught that something about the shadows in question didn't appear quite right, but night was quickly approaching and soon even that much wouldn't be discernable.
He was convinced that if things were going to go wrong, they'd start going wrong quick. The hedgehog clearly didn't have his temper in check and was quick to act violently, so Tristan was expecting to see an explosion signaling the death of someone being noncompliant. He didn't really know what he'd be able to do about it - evacuate the town was the current concept he was debating the merits of - especially given how the other mage had both backup and a built in counter to his powers, but he was at least going to be around to make an attempt. Even if that attempt would mean experiencing several deaths again.
Instead of a flashy execution, though, one of the constructs saw the aforementioned backup heading in the general direction of the main body. Pokey didn't really appear to be a threat, given she used traditional weaponry, but she was annoying. She wasn't someone he really wanted to deal with right now. But, at the same time, if she wasn't establishing terms, she clearly wanted something.
Tristan appeared in a shadow a short ways to her left. "What the hell do you want?" he asked, irritated but quiet. If she was looking to continue the fight, he'd be ready, but he wasn't going to start it.
Diana