BoltBeam
Falling Into The Sky
Rintarro seemed frozen as that voice rattled through him. For some reason, he could see and hear it, which baffled him quite a lot. "My... resolve...? What shall I do about this?" He thought aloud before going back into deep thought. "That's easy. Destroy every last problem in my wake." He said simply, until a swarm of past memories came flooding back - of what he had done - and he froze once again. "...I take that back... There's more to this place, this world than finding your own problems, your issues, and tearing them down. I do want to keep doing that, but I don't want to do it alone anymore... I get so lonely... Everyone hardly approaches me, I have no idea if my entire deck cares or not, and at the end of the day, no matter what, I'll end up with nothing to talk to but a wall..." He groaned intensively, seeming distraught. So, loneliness is his problem... He still wants to do thing as he used to do, but try to settle on trying to do for others as well - but most importantly - not alone. This 'thing' might just be his only shot. But in its current form - it's impossible. It's a fusion of Frightfur and Wicked God, it can't be allowed here! He didn't know that, just staring down. The Fluffal spirits around him of which he could not see where later joined by Edge Imps among the crowd and Frightfurs surrounding the whole lot.
LostHaven
LostHaven