[Charles has been doing a lot of pacing lately, both in and outside his little miniature house, so it just kind of makes sense to go on a walk around the city. As in, actually around the city, not just through it.
Having no idea that he's somewhere along a certain zombie's patrol route, he eventually stops to stare off into the trees and smoke one of his last remaining cigarettes. He's been rationing them pretty well, except for the past few days.
A lot's bugging him about this Null situation. He's seen them in person, but he still feels like he has no idea what they're up against. The damn things killed a god, what else are they capable of? Is it actually possible for a city full of chaotic assholes to beat these things? Sure some of them have magic and shit, but how effective is that really?
It'd be nice to be able to form a plan, even though he's never been the best at it. It'd be nice to draw up battle lines, figure out the best strategy to survive. But with so much missing information, every plan he comes up with is full of holes.
Charles is so focused on his frustration that his normal vigilance has dulled. He doesn't even notice anyone coming through the trees. If he looks distinctly distracted, it's because he is.]
I'll backdate to the 11th to avoid all the events
Having no idea that he's somewhere along a certain zombie's patrol route, he eventually stops to stare off into the trees and smoke one of his last remaining cigarettes. He's been rationing them pretty well, except for the past few days.
A lot's bugging him about this Null situation. He's seen them in person, but he still feels like he has no idea what they're up against. The damn things killed a god, what else are they capable of? Is it actually possible for a city full of chaotic assholes to beat these things? Sure some of them have magic and shit, but how effective is that really?
It'd be nice to be able to form a plan, even though he's never been the best at it. It'd be nice to draw up battle lines, figure out the best strategy to survive. But with so much missing information, every plan he comes up with is full of holes.
Charles is so focused on his frustration that his normal vigilance has dulled. He doesn't even notice anyone coming through the trees. If he looks distinctly distracted, it's because he is.]