06-15-2022, 06:54 PM
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Nikolai has been on his own for so long. He's never really had anyone "in his corner", per se, someone to keep him in check and keep him from making poor choices. His own father was inept at parenting as it was; unbeknownst to Nikolai, he had truly tried his best to do better for his son, but in the end he had failed. His sister had been too young to really understand him and, as much as he missed that kid sometimes, he knew he couldn't tear her away from her home. God only knows he'd be a worse guardian than their father was.
The dark-haired man notices a few nearby Badlanders slowing their strolls and focusing on two particular strangers. Nikolai hasn't been back in the beachside city for long, but he possesses enough situational awareness to assume that these faces are unfamiliar. Nikolai casually shoves his hands into his pants pockets, locking a hawk-like gaze onto the pair and assessing quickly — no weapons as far as he can tell and their demeanor did not suggest a threat. The man seemed worse for wear; possibly ill, even. Still, he wasn't fully letting his guard down, nor would he offer any assistance until he knew why they were trespassing.
He noticed the male uttering something to his female counterpart, though he only caught what the latter said as he approached within earshot. "... There's gotta be someone who knows where the Badlands is." So, these two weren't from around here after all. "You're in it." Nikolai decides to interject, ever so slightly cocking a brow. "Now, I'd suggest you'd state your names and business here. Quickly. We're not fond of trespassers." His voice is firm; they're honestly lucky that nobody has greeted them in a more aggressive manner. The inhabitants of this group are quite rough and tumble in comparison to the picturesque, coastal aesthetic of the city itself.
The dark-haired man notices a few nearby Badlanders slowing their strolls and focusing on two particular strangers. Nikolai hasn't been back in the beachside city for long, but he possesses enough situational awareness to assume that these faces are unfamiliar. Nikolai casually shoves his hands into his pants pockets, locking a hawk-like gaze onto the pair and assessing quickly — no weapons as far as he can tell and their demeanor did not suggest a threat. The man seemed worse for wear; possibly ill, even. Still, he wasn't fully letting his guard down, nor would he offer any assistance until he knew why they were trespassing.
He noticed the male uttering something to his female counterpart, though he only caught what the latter said as he approached within earshot. "... There's gotta be someone who knows where the Badlands is." So, these two weren't from around here after all. "You're in it." Nikolai decides to interject, ever so slightly cocking a brow. "Now, I'd suggest you'd state your names and business here. Quickly. We're not fond of trespassers." His voice is firm; they're honestly lucky that nobody has greeted them in a more aggressive manner. The inhabitants of this group are quite rough and tumble in comparison to the picturesque, coastal aesthetic of the city itself.
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* ✰. ━━━━━━━━━━ I MADE A FIST AND NOT A PLAN
CALL ME A RECKLESS WRECKING BALL
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