The Truth Behind Strength (WP)(Private)
Jan 18, 2024 17:13:57 GMT -5
Post by Flint Caldwell on Jan 18, 2024 17:13:57 GMT -5
Flint inhaled deeply on a cigarette as he sat on the edge of the crater that once was Mt. Drakolt. The soothing burn in his lungs paired nicely with the play by play in the cowboys head of what had happened here a couple months prior. Who knew his own curiosity at the time would ultimately change his life forever as he, along with everyone else present, killed an all powerful being; a god. He was excited at the time that they had survived the encounter but it’s had time to settle and now he’s been plagued with uncertainty. What impact did that fight leave on the world and more importantly what did it do to him. He pushed the smoke out of his nose as he took in the new found greenery of the area, a stark contrast to the fire and brimestone he remembered.
It was unlike Flint to be early to anything, but something about coming here meant he needed his utmost respect. He had been assigned to investigate the strange happenings that had been occurring around the area. Well, he wouldn’t be doing the investigating; he’d leave that to whoever poor soul was his partner on this job. He was never good at picking out the small details of anything and he wasn’t going to start doing it now
The sound of footsteps approaching behind pulled Flint out of his spiraling thoughts. He pulled himself to his feet with a groan, keeping the cigarette between his lips as he looked ober his shoulder to see the poor sap that would have to deal with him. Only to see that it was no poor sap at all, it was a familiar purple fellblood with a wearing orange robes. Recoginzing the figure as Javal Flint’s annoyed expression quickly shifted to a wide grin as a chuckle escaped him “Well I’ll be, it it ain’t Javal Zarrias in the flesh.” To say seeing his friend lifted his mood would be an understatement. But the fact that a darkness was planted planted itself in the cowboys head as this place brought back some unpleasant memories.
It was unlike Flint to be early to anything, but something about coming here meant he needed his utmost respect. He had been assigned to investigate the strange happenings that had been occurring around the area. Well, he wouldn’t be doing the investigating; he’d leave that to whoever poor soul was his partner on this job. He was never good at picking out the small details of anything and he wasn’t going to start doing it now
The sound of footsteps approaching behind pulled Flint out of his spiraling thoughts. He pulled himself to his feet with a groan, keeping the cigarette between his lips as he looked ober his shoulder to see the poor sap that would have to deal with him. Only to see that it was no poor sap at all, it was a familiar purple fellblood with a wearing orange robes. Recoginzing the figure as Javal Flint’s annoyed expression quickly shifted to a wide grin as a chuckle escaped him “Well I’ll be, it it ain’t Javal Zarrias in the flesh.” To say seeing his friend lifted his mood would be an understatement. But the fact that a darkness was planted planted itself in the cowboys head as this place brought back some unpleasant memories.