It's not like he has to be here, in Wyver, but Yona is here and he'd insisted he follow. There was no way he was going to let her stray too far after the commotion that had been happening in Olympia, and so here he was, stressed out and holding what seemed to be a cup of blood in his hands.
He's supposed to drink it, but it looks absolutely vile. The longer he hesitates the more critical his company becomes of him. He needs to get out of here - either down the drink or pass it off to someone else.]
You wouldn't happen to want some, would you?
[Please say yes so he can gtfo thanks.]
FIRE AND FURY
[This is not how he thought he was going to die, being dragged kicking and screaming toward a lit pyre. Sure, he thought fire might be involved in his death some day, but that was in conjunction with being shot down while piloting not being sacrificed.
No matter how hard he struggles the grip of his captors doesn't seem to let up as he's forced closer and closer to the flames. His voice is shrill as he shrieks, digging his heels into the ground to no avail.]
STOP IT! LET ME GO!
[He can't die. Not yet.]
IT STARTS WITH A BANG
[The more violent things become the more on edge and paranoid Slaine feels. There's no means to escape back to the station, nor would returning to Olympia provide any real reprieve from the chaos. Both nations seem swept up in it and while blood and flames seem to grip both, as far as Slaine can tell there seems no immediate, near end in sight.
That doesn't mean he's not trying to find a quiet, safe spot to escape to. Pistol out and loaded, trigger finger shaky, if you're unfortunate enough to run into him he'll waste no time pointing his gun at you. If you turn out to be a familiar face, he might lower it, but if not he'll keep it aimed straight ahead.]
What do you want?
WILDCARD
[For anything else or Olympia things...hit me up.]
Slaine Troyard | Aldnoah.Zero
[Slaine doesn't want to be here.
It's not like he has to be here, in Wyver, but Yona is here and he'd insisted he follow. There was no way he was going to let her stray too far after the commotion that had been happening in Olympia, and so here he was, stressed out and holding what seemed to be a cup of blood in his hands.
He's supposed to drink it, but it looks absolutely vile. The longer he hesitates the more critical his company becomes of him. He needs to get out of here - either down the drink or pass it off to someone else.]
You wouldn't happen to want some, would you?
[Please say yes so he can gtfo thanks.]
FIRE AND FURY
[This is not how he thought he was going to die, being dragged kicking and screaming toward a lit pyre. Sure, he thought fire might be involved in his death some day, but that was in conjunction with being shot down while piloting not being sacrificed.
No matter how hard he struggles the grip of his captors doesn't seem to let up as he's forced closer and closer to the flames. His voice is shrill as he shrieks, digging his heels into the ground to no avail.]
STOP IT! LET ME GO!
[He can't die. Not yet.]
IT STARTS WITH A BANG
[The more violent things become the more on edge and paranoid Slaine feels. There's no means to escape back to the station, nor would returning to Olympia provide any real reprieve from the chaos. Both nations seem swept up in it and while blood and flames seem to grip both, as far as Slaine can tell there seems no immediate, near end in sight.
That doesn't mean he's not trying to find a quiet, safe spot to escape to. Pistol out and loaded, trigger finger shaky, if you're unfortunate enough to run into him he'll waste no time pointing his gun at you. If you turn out to be a familiar face, he might lower it, but if not he'll keep it aimed straight ahead.]
What do you want?
WILDCARD
[For anything else or Olympia things...hit me up.]