[ yep, that's the red mist for you. gebura had always heard him out, even before all this -- they both seem to hang out every time this city brought out a new plaything for its citizens to tinker with, shooting the shit about how they just gotta deal with what this place brings them.
the thing is, roland has had enough with dealing with it here.
so he roars, parrying gebura's makeshift weapon with his club-arm. the giant eye on his shoulder glare at the other color as he attempts to push gebura away so that he can deliver a series of slashes. ]
There's... nothing here! Don't you get it?! How can anyone... not drive themselves mad with nothing to do...
[ "i can be myself in that city, but not here." "no one's else is going to understand why we have to kill to stay alive." ]
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the thing is, roland has had enough with dealing with it here.
so he roars, parrying gebura's makeshift weapon with his club-arm. the giant eye on his shoulder glare at the other color as he attempts to push gebura away so that he can deliver a series of slashes. ]
There's... nothing here! Don't you get it?! How can anyone... not drive themselves mad with nothing to do...
[ "i can be myself in that city, but not here." "no one's else is going to understand why we have to kill to stay alive." ]