this madness of now

It was a shame that their banter had to come to such an abrupt end, but Ronin was suddenly very interested in the loudmouth braggards who had appeared on the shoreline. He flinched ever so slightly at the tentacle that snaked around his leg, shooting Remi a brief glance in time to see the morphing colours, before returning his attention to the newcomers. "Oh, you boys are in for a treat," he said with a suddenly sharp smile. Something crackled in Ronin, something old and buried deep beneath the skin. Something that had scarred his knuckles and bloodied his cheeks for years prior to Northaven. "If this is fresh to you, you're pretty fucked up," he admitted. "That driftwood better be to sit on." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.