{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
6/20/2016 10:08:38 PM
1
Kolandra was pondering on what to say next, but standing still, she suddenly became aware of how drained she actually was. Still lacking any memory of how she or anyone else arrived on the Bloodwrath, she only assumed whatever process that dragged her her must've been a tiresome one.
"I'm actually feeling a bit tired now. The sight of soft beds user tent tarps isn't helping either..."
She clenched a single fist and raised it up to her helmet, letting out a weary yawn.
English
-
The Templar next to her, on the other hand, wasn't tired in the slightest. He was actually feeling rather.. Energetic, though maybe he could use a rest, or maybe a bit of meditation. "Yeah.. You go take a rest.. I'll find something to do. Hmm.. Meditation or training. Or some maintenance on my gear.." [spoiler]Inb4 she invites him over ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/spoiler]
-
"yes, meditation is most likely a good idea... might be able to drown out all those wails I can feel out there... and um, thanks for not 'cleansing' me when you first found me, by the way"
-
"I could get flayed alive in front of the Emperor for that, y'know.. Anyway, I'll go on my own way, now.." He takes a deep breath, looking back up, and at the camp, before walking away, his long legs quickly carrying him forwards.
-
Kolandra instead chose to stay put where she was, close enough to the camp to be safe, but distant enough so as to not attract too much unsavoury attention. The portrait of the camp before her was deceiving; she could almost taste the distrust and disbelief within the minds of many of it's residents. All of them had their own grim stories to tell, dark horrors to rekindle within. Perhaps it was best if Kolandra blocked that out for now, she didn't need the worries of young beings to be scratching at her thoughts as she tried to meditate. Calming her mind and soul, the warlock lowered herself to the floor, sitting upright with legs crossed and face sternly forward. Deep breaths were all that she needed, that and some rest of body and mind. Some peace and quiet for once. [spoiler]je suis finni?[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]What.[/spoiler]
-
Edited by Moot: 6/21/2016 9:39:38 AM[spoiler]'should we Finnish there?' in French basically[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]I mean, unless you wanna do something. [/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]nah, I think this is a good place to stop for now. Gives me the chance to start a new post some time.[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]Yeet.[/spoiler]
