-as Kranz gets closer, he notices a crowd formed in a circle around a clearing-
-all of them seem shaped like humans, yet all of them seem to be shadows holding onto their sets of clothes, Highwaymen-
-though there are a couple in this rather sizable crowd that look like they could be female-
-none of their faces are distinct, though, hidden, like the spectacle they seem to be watching in the center-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Castor looks up, from his leaning against an air conditioner unit, and reading a pocket poetry book-
Ah- company. I did not expect such a thing at this hour.
-Kranz, you have an absolutely wonderful, top-notch view of this impromptu arena set up-
-Leo is currently in the center, circling around with his sword out, a frown on his face-
-facing Assassin, who also has his sword out, and is quite clearly the one who fired a blackpowder pistol, considering the one by his side-
-they seem to be sizing eachother up in this moment-
-Assassin seems to have a small smirk on his face-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI am sure great minds think alike, though I will not be so bold as to make that claim to you when I have all but said a poem's worth of words to you.
-looks at his pocket book of poetry again- Though I might be a little verbose... poetry gets me like that...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI am sure you would not have heard of them... but this is more of a compendium of sorts. Edited together collection.
Thematics, rather than a specific country or author...
The theme is that of tragedy.
-Leo rushes forward to strike downwards with his sword, breathing out as he does so-
-Assassin manages to parry and dodge out of the way of it, though his riposte doesn't make contact with Leo-
-it seems clear that the highwaymen are linked to Assassin, but they're not actively attacking even though they could-
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-Sigh- Fuckin' Meenah...
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.