11-30-2020, 07:44 PM
Eyes drifted to the monochrome feline as they approached, offering a subtle nod out of respect. Romulus' arrival was unfortunate, but he didn't have many other plans anyways, so a short detour wouldn't hurt anyone. His expressive confusion faded though. Dominoeffect's answer humbled him easily, despite their cruel tone, and caused him to slightly smile. That was the group he was thinking of. The Pitt was his father's former home. Stryker led the group twice and seeing the expanse of the desert before his eyes for the first time was rather impressive. Reminiscing on the stories the Kingpin told him, he took a moment to look off into the horizon one last time before responding.
Periwinkle hues returned to Dominoeffect, a curious glint in his eye shining. "A fine establishment you've got here," he offered back. Romulus wasn't going to return the feline's discontent. "A former home of my father's actually." Perhaps the wanderer shouldn't have mentioned that, but he hoped the rest would have an open mind and allow him to observe from the sidelines of the border. Not that he was harming anyone. Nevertheless, after given an answer, he was probably going to head off quickly back to his task. Elysium was waiting and, while Stryker was patient, there was no time to waste.
Small chat before he parted ways wouldn't kill him though. After all, the crowd that had gathered seemed rather intriguing. His gaze surveyed them carefully. "My name is Romulus Malus, wanderer of the Coalition of the Condemned," came his answer. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dominoeffect and Co." As for the rest, he didn't mention their names. None of them had introduced themselves yet, after all. With time, maybe they would.
His brow furrowed at the larger, scaled figure though. Two voices erupted from them. One small, the other harsh and direct. That was never something he would have expected in his encounters, but the dual-minded beast seemed knowledgeable enough to answer his next question. "Can you point me in the direction of Elysium then? I've got some pressing business to attend to." His eyes shifted to the sky again, tracing the cloud's movement carefully and watching as the sun slowly traversed further forward.
Eyes darted downwards at Iconoclast's entrance. Slitted eyes looked the wolf up and down, offering a sneer in response. "I was born this way, baby. Perhaps you should be more accepting yourself before putting others down." His attention redirected towards Domino momentarily. He found it quite childish, really. If someone swore like a sailor or accessorized themselves, it didn't make them any less intelligent or wise.
Thankfully for this snarky bastard, if he was truly listening, Romulus already answered his question. He wouldn't repeat it again.
Periwinkle hues returned to Dominoeffect, a curious glint in his eye shining. "A fine establishment you've got here," he offered back. Romulus wasn't going to return the feline's discontent. "A former home of my father's actually." Perhaps the wanderer shouldn't have mentioned that, but he hoped the rest would have an open mind and allow him to observe from the sidelines of the border. Not that he was harming anyone. Nevertheless, after given an answer, he was probably going to head off quickly back to his task. Elysium was waiting and, while Stryker was patient, there was no time to waste.
Small chat before he parted ways wouldn't kill him though. After all, the crowd that had gathered seemed rather intriguing. His gaze surveyed them carefully. "My name is Romulus Malus, wanderer of the Coalition of the Condemned," came his answer. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dominoeffect and Co." As for the rest, he didn't mention their names. None of them had introduced themselves yet, after all. With time, maybe they would.
His brow furrowed at the larger, scaled figure though. Two voices erupted from them. One small, the other harsh and direct. That was never something he would have expected in his encounters, but the dual-minded beast seemed knowledgeable enough to answer his next question. "Can you point me in the direction of Elysium then? I've got some pressing business to attend to." His eyes shifted to the sky again, tracing the cloud's movement carefully and watching as the sun slowly traversed further forward.
Eyes darted downwards at Iconoclast's entrance. Slitted eyes looked the wolf up and down, offering a sneer in response. "I was born this way, baby. Perhaps you should be more accepting yourself before putting others down." His attention redirected towards Domino momentarily. He found it quite childish, really. If someone swore like a sailor or accessorized themselves, it didn't make them any less intelligent or wise.
Thankfully for this snarky bastard, if he was truly listening, Romulus already answered his question. He wouldn't repeat it again.