RONIN
the dark star
Ronin gives a dramatic wail as Amalia punches his arm (obviously), the Star quickly getting to work 'cleaning' with his possee of miscreants. And it goes badly, at first, with very little actually getting done, but the Archangel will notice significant improvement as time goes on. The act of focusing allows Ronin to rein in the chaos somewhat, until he's simmering down at his usual levels of mischief. Soon enough, he's organised the children into pretend troops of soldiers; some responsible for cleaning, some for fixing, some for organising.
Hopefully it will help to repair his reputation amongst the stall-owners; the Star drops back to stand with Amalia, folding his arms across his chest and grinning at her. "They're not too shabby, are they?" He nods to the children. "Reckon the Order will let me recruit kids into the Dragoons?"
Hopefully it will help to repair his reputation amongst the stall-owners; the Star drops back to stand with Amalia, folding his arms across his chest and grinning at her. "They're not too shabby, are they?" He nods to the children. "Reckon the Order will let me recruit kids into the Dragoons?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
