Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Liaaaaar," Ronin all but hisses at his friend, his grin never leaving his lips as he hauls the Flood to his feet. "And I do insist, sir," he informs him, just about pulling Sunjata level when the fucker turns into a macaw and fucks off down the beach. "Oi!" It's with the sound of laughter that Ronin chases after him, and the world seems absolutely brighter and more carefree as they go.
Kneeling in the sand beside his friend, Ronin considers the rules very carefully before laying them on the line. "A man's home is his castle - no sabotaging one another," he says, waggling his finger in Jata's face. "No decorations that you can't find on the beach. No shifts or abilities or any of that, either. This is between you, me and the sand." Gods, he can't keep a straight face.
Kneeling in the sand beside his friend, Ronin considers the rules very carefully before laying them on the line. "A man's home is his castle - no sabotaging one another," he says, waggling his finger in Jata's face. "No decorations that you can't find on the beach. No shifts or abilities or any of that, either. This is between you, me and the sand." Gods, he can't keep a straight face.
