I will go on ahead. You are welcome to follow, or to stay.
[There's certainty in Vincent's voice, yet at the same time it's pretty clear that he looks displeased about being stuck under the sun's powerful beams. Although he's dressed in his usual garb that should be making him sweat bullets, he doesn't look particularly heated. Honestly, Vincent is as pale as ever when he should be a lobster by now.
As he moves away, it's clear that the sand does not seem to do much to stop him despite his metal boots. Instead, Vincent moves as if he's barely touching the sand on top -- or that, somehow, he is nearly weightless. Either way, it does not slow him down much.]
ii. monsters
[An attack is inevitable, of course. Monsters are defined by their impulses, their shape, the ferocity. This is no different.
As one approaches the group, Vincent is immediately on the scene, holding out his gun and shooting at the creature's feet. It recoils, growling, hunched up and ready to pounce.
Vincent bares his teeth, abruptly more fangs in his mouth than any normal man ought to have. When he snarls, it is deep, rumbling, enough that puts off the monster from deciding to engage in a fight. It seems the decision is that this quarry is too much trouble, and it scampers away.
Maybe it'd be better to just kill it, but it is clear that Vincent has exercised restraint, curiously enough.]
Let us keep moving.
iii. oasis and a memory
[Briefly, Vincent checks on the water in the oasis, then nods in satisfaction.]
Safe to drink. Everyone should refill--
[Flickering to life like an old recording is a scene. Vincent from years ago, yet somehow looking exactly the same in his facial structure and the build of his body. He's approaching another man, furious.
Why did you let this happen?! Vincent demands.
The scientist scoffs. Quiet, you.
Tell me!
Pulling out a gun, the scientist wastes no time shooting him--
And just like that, the vision fades. Vincent is already standing up, set to just walking away because fuck that man.]
iv. wildcard
[Feel free to make your own prompt, or we can work out something more specific!]
vincent valentine | ff7: rebirth | ota
I will go on ahead. You are welcome to follow, or to stay.
[There's certainty in Vincent's voice, yet at the same time it's pretty clear that he looks displeased about being stuck under the sun's powerful beams. Although he's dressed in his usual garb that should be making him sweat bullets, he doesn't look particularly heated. Honestly, Vincent is as pale as ever when he should be a lobster by now.
As he moves away, it's clear that the sand does not seem to do much to stop him despite his metal boots. Instead, Vincent moves as if he's barely touching the sand on top -- or that, somehow, he is nearly weightless. Either way, it does not slow him down much.]
ii. monsters
[An attack is inevitable, of course. Monsters are defined by their impulses, their shape, the ferocity. This is no different.
As one approaches the group, Vincent is immediately on the scene, holding out his gun and shooting at the creature's feet. It recoils, growling, hunched up and ready to pounce.
Vincent bares his teeth, abruptly more fangs in his mouth than any normal man ought to have. When he snarls, it is deep, rumbling, enough that puts off the monster from deciding to engage in a fight. It seems the decision is that this quarry is too much trouble, and it scampers away.
Maybe it'd be better to just kill it, but it is clear that Vincent has exercised restraint, curiously enough.]
Let us keep moving.
iii. oasis and a memory
[Briefly, Vincent checks on the water in the oasis, then nods in satisfaction.]
Safe to drink. Everyone should refill--
[Flickering to life like an old recording is a scene. Vincent from years ago, yet somehow looking exactly the same in his facial structure and the build of his body. He's approaching another man, furious.
Why did you let this happen?! Vincent demands.
The scientist scoffs. Quiet, you.
Tell me!
Pulling out a gun, the scientist wastes no time shooting him--
And just like that, the vision fades. Vincent is already standing up, set to just walking away because fuck that man.]
iv. wildcard
[Feel free to make your own prompt, or we can work out something more specific!]