#vldeztm 02

✧*:･ﾟ| HE'S a blind prophet in his own ruined world, like Cassandra, the mythical woman cursed to be UNBELIEVED. Cast aside, ALONE, wandering pathways of a dark world, with the way he floats he's like a ghost. Luckily free from the worst of the danger, yet even so, he still feels as if evil CREEPS at the edges of his vision.

[It was a normal day for you. Normal day, normal dump, normal diving. Something told you you were onto something big - whether literally or figuratively - that was going to take your next sculpture to a higher level, and you were determined to get your hands on whatever it was no matter how dirty you got.]

[So you might've been... knee deep in the muck. Wading through the indecipherable dregs of shit the city didn't need. But again, this was normal - at least, to you. S' why you wore boots.]

[You eventually found something. Maybe not what your senses and instincts came for, per se, but something nonetheless. And as you shifted to tug it out from the gunk, realizing it was either stuck or extremely heavy, you notice someone turn a corner into the alley you had posted up in for the day.]

[And... wow, this was a little awkward. Or at least, it would be, if you cared about that sort of thing. Finally hoisting the piece you had a grip on out of the dumpster, you tucked it under your arm, turning yourself around to lean against its interior surface and give the one who just found you a quizzical look.]

[He sure looked... familiar. And it took you a good moment to realize why.]

CHARUN: .. CHARUN: Youre that fireproof guy