-their faces are hidden from this angle- So, you say there's an alternative. Go ahead and say it.
-sighs- There's always another way. Just believe me. You'll find out for yourself, sometime.
For now, would you kindly leave me to my writing?
... Very well. -he starts to walk off- Then we'll settle our affairs another time... Assassin tells me there's a chance we're watched.
-takes a moment, whilst he writes down a sentence- Then you can take care of that. It's not my problem.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-after a moment, the man stops in his tracks, looks directly at the scout- ... Assassin- my colleague- if you'd please.
-Assassin appears next to the scout, against the tree- You really should leave, chum.
-whilst Castor's back is still to them, as he's writing down in his journal-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYeah-
We can hope-
What does the scout think?
-Berserker's hard to keep up with in his fast-walking pace, and his rage is growing-
-the snow's quickly melting around him, he's practically making it rain due to melting snow off of branches, as he passes them-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-they come across the lake-
-where the man in the avvie is standing, no sign of Castor- So. I figured a confrontation would happen eventually... just my luck, really.
-Berserker already starts to go forward, raising his axe-
-he's leaving burnt grass in his footprints-
This- the guy, Caster?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI won't bother with asking Assassin to help me...
So- feel this-... the Red Winter.
-a rush of white over their vision, and the present company disappears-
The Red Winter
-they find themselves in a snowy street, it looks remarkably like London-
-under thick layers of snow, in the gutters, the snow is stained red, breaking up the blizzard-
-Leo, Babbage and Berserker are stood alone, not able to see forward-
-Berserker covers his eyes with a single hand, not yet able to combat the cold-
Ghh- he pulled it off.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-nods-
Y-yeah.
Grr... Fyr...
Fyr- burns- an oath- made..
Cynewulf his name, I swear this by honor-
Upon- this black'nd stone... I swear...
All in the way of my vengeance shall burn!
-!? Brace!
-tries to tackle Babbage out the way-
-swings his axe around, its' head coming around on fire, it looks like it's about to strike the ground-
edited 30th Jan '16 8:04:11 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Must be weird having to carry a plug wherever you go. -shrug-
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