One of the many new people loitering around in this glorified half-mobile junkyard is a very tall black clad man with hair that's way too long, a sword longer than he is tall held in one hand, watching not what's going on around him but the sky.
Occasionally, in between tree branches and pine needles, the moon can be seen .. or what's left of it, and it is incredibly distracting. So much so that he's only paid enough casual attention to his surroundings to know that nobody nearby rated a threat; some simulations could be incredibly realistic, but this one was beyond simply 'realistic'. There's no glitches. Everything is right. Every sound, every scent, the faintest of cold breezes, all of it tells him this ISN'T a simulation.
Which means the moon blew up and he hadn't noticed, somehow.
As Yang speaks up, he finally diverts his attention back down, brow furrowing slightly. "No, by all means." The appearance and tone of voice, distant and a bit aloof, don't match the words; she's not being told to take a hike. "What do they look like? When did you see them last?"
/appear. Start Up!
Occasionally, in between tree branches and pine needles, the moon can be seen .. or what's left of it, and it is incredibly distracting. So much so that he's only paid enough casual attention to his surroundings to know that nobody nearby rated a threat; some simulations could be incredibly realistic, but this one was beyond simply 'realistic'. There's no glitches. Everything is right. Every sound, every scent, the faintest of cold breezes, all of it tells him this ISN'T a simulation.
Which means the moon blew up and he hadn't noticed, somehow.
As Yang speaks up, he finally diverts his attention back down, brow furrowing slightly. "No, by all means." The appearance and tone of voice, distant and a bit aloof, don't match the words; she's not being told to take a hike. "What do they look like? When did you see them last?"