Yes his outfit was strange.
Yes he looked like some kind of strange reenactor with what might be some unhealthy fixation on the moon.
Yes he had no satisfactory explanation for why he was carrying around a paper lantern.
BUT.
Everything else in this city made that seem far less than unusual.
The fact that some cosmic force had trusted him with a chunk of itself? That was far more concerning and for several seconds he questioned the thing’s judgment. It probably could have found someone more qualified. At least he hoped that there were people more qualified than him running around. There had to be, or the planet would have long since gotten eaten.
Or whatever it was that “Chaos” intended.
He would have to ask someone.
Probably not Bacchus.
Wait.
s**t.
That was one of them, right?
It felt wrong.
Itchy?
No, that’s not the right word.
s**t.
It’s getting closer.
The page’s eyes flicked toward possible escape routes.
He should probably be less interested in running.
He could be less interested when he had something that could do some actual damage. Hopefully.
SSBrosB
Sorry for the delay, turns out I wrote out a start in my notebook and just needed to type it up.
