#rpvicious

@sinnersall​

The name really was a misnomer for the Nation of Sin, there was nothing sinful to be seen there. Everyone just wanted to live a quiet life away from the knights and the enforcers. Isaac had gone there hoping to at lease some rebels who wanted to overthrow that vision orb dependency in the world. But all that happened was that Isaac was pulled into their slower pace and stayed to help them, making a small but honest living for himself there.

Then it all got neatly packed into a hand-basket and chucked into hell.

As Isaac left the ruins of Sin behind, he caught sight of the newest arrivals who had been in the thick of it all. He’d seen the power they wielded to fend off the enforcers, and from the sounds of it they were looking to raise a little hell to change things.

“Put me down.”

“No.” Isaac is holding Asutsuo up under his arms and away from himself, like he’s a bag of maggots as he heads over to Vicious. “Here,” he plops the small necromancer down in front of Vicious, “this thing is your problem now.”

Asutsuo takes a swipe at Isaac with his staff, the chains and large jewel hanging from it jangling as Isaac dodges and runs off.

“Hmmm...” He turns to Vicious. “So, do you like looking like you’re too dumb to do up your shirt, or are you really that mindless?”

Anon or not, touch my muse, be it gentle, hurtful, or even to mess with them.