[ There are worse ways to start the day then getting shot and nearly trampled, but Ephemera isn’t keen on playing any of those scenarios out. He’s back in Hadriel, apparently, though he doesn’t remember leaving. What he does remember is a rain of gunfire, a fight, and a fall. Not in that order.
Yeah, he remembers the gunfire. And what he said to earn it.
Currently, Ephemera is sitting on the edge of an exam table, most of his armor off, and stripped down to the waist. He’s checking the last of his bullet wounds. The medic cleared up the worst of the mess, but not all of them. Still have to keep things covered, protect from infection. ]
Ow. Motherfucker.
[ Antibiotics still sting. Urg. Ephemera gives his stomach a prod.
Okay. He’ll live. Probably. ]
Outside the Spires - Open
[ Ephemera actually likes the rain, most of the time. The sound, the clear smell of water, the way storms rock buildings. He doesn’t like getting electrocuted, though, so he’s currently out of it, dressed in borrowed civies and a lovely and stylish raincoat.
He’s also smoking. A lot. It’s been a very long day and if he wants to smoke in the rain then he’s going to smoke in the goddamn rain. Drake is close, probably going to check in soon, but Ephemera just wants a moment to himself. Just to breathe.
And the nicotine. He wants that, too. ]
This rain ever gonna stop?
[ It’s a rhetorical question, mostly. He’s not really complaining. ]
Terrence Ephemra/Sharkface | Open and Closed
[ There are worse ways to start the day then getting shot and nearly trampled, but Ephemera isn’t keen on playing any of those scenarios out. He’s back in Hadriel, apparently, though he doesn’t remember leaving. What he does remember is a rain of gunfire, a fight, and a fall. Not in that order.
Yeah, he remembers the gunfire. And what he said to earn it.
Currently, Ephemera is sitting on the edge of an exam table, most of his armor off, and stripped down to the waist. He’s checking the last of his bullet wounds. The medic cleared up the worst of the mess, but not all of them. Still have to keep things covered, protect from infection. ]
Ow. Motherfucker.
[ Antibiotics still sting. Urg. Ephemera gives his stomach a prod.
Okay. He’ll live. Probably. ]
Outside the Spires - Open
[ Ephemera actually likes the rain, most of the time. The sound, the clear smell of water, the way storms rock buildings. He doesn’t like getting electrocuted, though, so he’s currently out of it, dressed in borrowed civies and a lovely and stylish raincoat.
He’s also smoking. A lot. It’s been a very long day and if he wants to smoke in the rain then he’s going to smoke in the goddamn rain. Drake is close, probably going to check in soon, but Ephemera just wants a moment to himself. Just to breathe.
And the nicotine. He wants that, too. ]
This rain ever gonna stop?
[ It’s a rhetorical question, mostly. He’s not really complaining. ]
Wildcard
[ Hit me! ]