A [Well isn't that just the grimmest tall figure stalking down the sidewalk this fine day in Verens? Stylistic skull mask, hooded coat and all, and growling just under his breath as heavy metal boots thud-
The ground cracking under every step and wafting up the scent of brimstone probably wasn't a great sign, though. Or the black smoke curling in wisps from the tail of that coat of his. A few storefront windows blacking over as he passes, practically snarling at anyone that tried to complain and continuing his march somewhere.
What is this, Reaper's no good very bad day in progress?]
C [Calmly, something almost absent about the voice over the crystals despite the roughness of itβ]
Reason will not reach a solution I will end up lost in confusion I donβt care if you really care As long as you donβt go-
[... Also singing. To himself, or not so much just to himself anymore. Easy to slip, really.]
G [It's hard to tell who may be more surprised by the sudden explosion of what looked to be a stand selling jars of jelly.
The owner of said stand, a few people caught in the dying anger of their argument, or the tall man covered in said jelly and shards of glass who had just been walking by. Sharp metal talons digging into gloved palms and said jelly hissing at the very sudden heat issuing from tall and fruit covered.
... Well maybe Reaper is steadily moving away from surprised to down right angry very quickly.]
your prompt here [hit me with your best shot- I mean, uh. come up with your own prompt from above or whatever have fun.]
Reaper | Overwatch
[Well isn't that just the grimmest tall figure stalking down the sidewalk this fine day in Verens? Stylistic skull mask, hooded coat and all, and growling just under his breath as heavy metal boots thud-
The ground cracking under every step and wafting up the scent of brimstone probably wasn't a great sign, though. Or the black smoke curling in wisps from the tail of that coat of his. A few storefront windows blacking over as he passes, practically snarling at anyone that tried to complain and continuing his march somewhere.
What is this, Reaper's no good very bad day in progress?]
C
[Calmly, something almost absent about the voice over the crystals despite the roughness of itβ]
Reason will not reach a solution
I will end up lost in confusion
I donβt care if you really care
As long as you donβt go-
[... Also singing. To himself, or not so much just to himself anymore. Easy to slip, really.]
G
[It's hard to tell who may be more surprised by the sudden explosion of what looked to be a stand selling jars of jelly.
The owner of said stand, a few people caught in the dying anger of their argument, or the tall man covered in said jelly and shards of glass who had just been walking by. Sharp metal talons digging into gloved palms and said jelly hissing at the very sudden heat issuing from tall and fruit covered.
... Well maybe Reaper is steadily moving away from surprised to down right angry very quickly.]
your prompt here
[hit me with your best shot- I mean, uh. come up with your own prompt from above or whatever have fun.]