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((Vincent and Kuronue are both open for harassing. Vincent is along the forest line trudging through snow, Kuronue on any and all roofs and towers. Galian!Vincent will not attack unless you'd like him to. Let me know in narration which one you'd like to harass. <3 Also, sockage.))
Kuronue had been dodging stray bullets the whole time he was up on the roof, jumping from one tower to the next, scattering shingles and snow as he went. It was quite fun, honestly, but he didn’t want to get bullet holes in the leather robe the Baron had gotten him, nor his wings, so he ducked and swore at the red clothed man, then threw snow balls at him.
Vincent, on the other hand, had gotten annoyed with the creature that looked a damn lot like Chaos and seemed to think of him as a moving target. The red cloak probably wasn’t helping. He stood out like a sore thumb amongst the colourless landscape.
He zipped back and forth, along the forest boundary, and when he got hit and swooped down at one times too many, released his limit break and tossed the annoying creature, which laughed even as it righted itself from its collision course with the nearest tree. “Ha,” it –he—taunted, landing on a branch. “Close doggy.”
Vincent, or rather Galian, picked up the nearest log and threw it at Kuronue. The log hit the tree, which was unfortunately unoccupied by the time of impact. Kuronue returned to the rooftops of the castle.
So Galian Beast, one of his four mental tenants, was outside stomping around throwing large lumps of snow and occasionally rocks and fireballs at the castle. While furious, Galian wasn’t exactly about to attack a humanoid. Sanity shone in his suddenly yellow eyes. Vincent wouldn’t say anything about it, but he was rather enjoying himself in the haze of beast-human that came with giving up control.
Anyone else who appeared before Kuronue would probably get hit with snow as well, if he didn’t land on their shoulders and demand a ride—and that can be taken a variety of ways, all of which Kuronue was open to as well.
Kuronue had been dodging stray bullets the whole time he was up on the roof, jumping from one tower to the next, scattering shingles and snow as he went. It was quite fun, honestly, but he didn’t want to get bullet holes in the leather robe the Baron had gotten him, nor his wings, so he ducked and swore at the red clothed man, then threw snow balls at him.
Vincent, on the other hand, had gotten annoyed with the creature that looked a damn lot like Chaos and seemed to think of him as a moving target. The red cloak probably wasn’t helping. He stood out like a sore thumb amongst the colourless landscape.
He zipped back and forth, along the forest boundary, and when he got hit and swooped down at one times too many, released his limit break and tossed the annoying creature, which laughed even as it righted itself from its collision course with the nearest tree. “Ha,” it –he—taunted, landing on a branch. “Close doggy.”
Vincent, or rather Galian, picked up the nearest log and threw it at Kuronue. The log hit the tree, which was unfortunately unoccupied by the time of impact. Kuronue returned to the rooftops of the castle.
So Galian Beast, one of his four mental tenants, was outside stomping around throwing large lumps of snow and occasionally rocks and fireballs at the castle. While furious, Galian wasn’t exactly about to attack a humanoid. Sanity shone in his suddenly yellow eyes. Vincent wouldn’t say anything about it, but he was rather enjoying himself in the haze of beast-human that came with giving up control.
Anyone else who appeared before Kuronue would probably get hit with snow as well, if he didn’t land on their shoulders and demand a ride—and that can be taken a variety of ways, all of which Kuronue was open to as well.