❝𝙡𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 ❞ ⊹ 𝘫𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ⊹ 𝘴𝘸 𝘰𝘤 ⊹ 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘴 ⊹ 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 ⊹ [𝘯]𝘴𝘧𝘸 ⊹ 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸/ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮 ⊹ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 ↺ & ♡ #𝘚𝘞𝘙𝘗/#𝘔𝘝𝘙𝘗

. . .uhhhhh -sweats-

He's fine, what drink does she have for him?

He checks his battle-worn armor scratching his metallic chin. " I think I need to give it a paint. . . Black is good, brings fear but. . . .Not fearful enough. "

. . .All of them, one glass, one chug.

<: Okay, holy shit, haven't touched Carthus in a while. So who would like to plot? :D

Fine. . . -STARTS TO GRAB BOTTLES-

Slurred speech, blurry vision and a stumbling walk. Yes he's drunk, but don't worry about him.

𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃 === <𝟛 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 === === ℝ𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝔻𝕄 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘! ===

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Oh lawd he comin

• [ 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑻𝒀-𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 ] = 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐨 𝐈𝐬 . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 . = ( 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰. )

He wakes up with a cough, rolling out of his bed and falls unto the ground. " . . . .What the fuck. . . "

He's been ordered to Deploy along the Outer Rim for a Night-Op. Here he goes again.

Shaking her, he looks disappointed. " take off my armor. "

He looks at his costume. " Huh, maybe I should wear it "

He stumbles out of the ship and looks at the reader. " How long was I out? "

He stumbles about his ship, grabbing the different parts of his armor, grabbing his blaster and saber.

A sudden ripping sound and sparks fly in the void of blackness. Through the flying embers glowing a faint hue of his visor is shown.