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1; A white haired wanderer | Open
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rote_augen [The castle stretches on making yards were he would make feet. It makes him tired, not physically, but mentally to keep moving with no exit or sign of a break in the long running stones for another hall or room. Light is no longer an annoyance with a pair of sunglasses. The man that offered them had no clue as to whereabouts and the light haired teen either. That left Heine in a position to seek his answers instead of trying to find them by mouth from others or by the barrel of a gun.
Others that do not include people he knows. Magato is not there or in hiding. He hopes for the later so his business with him can come to a completion without the burden of worry of those around and below him. The people he has seen here are not from the underground or his city. Strangers they are and will remain. He has no need for bonds with strangers.
Stone work makes shadows across the floor. Figures are expanded and widened in black, so much taller than they actually are. The sleeve on his right is rolled up as is the left creating a sense of balance to both mind and body. It feeds his unstable mind and puts the barking of madness away. The aching of his head has gone down, but not away making his teeth bind tighter.
Rounding a corner he comes to a open area, slots ending in a few paces to more hallways with no foreseeable exits. This makes him stop and look about. Some green has found way into the area and light breaks in from the ceiling in tiled patterns.]
Others that do not include people he knows. Magato is not there or in hiding. He hopes for the later so his business with him can come to a completion without the burden of worry of those around and below him. The people he has seen here are not from the underground or his city. Strangers they are and will remain. He has no need for bonds with strangers.
Stone work makes shadows across the floor. Figures are expanded and widened in black, so much taller than they actually are. The sleeve on his right is rolled up as is the left creating a sense of balance to both mind and body. It feeds his unstable mind and puts the barking of madness away. The aching of his head has gone down, but not away making his teeth bind tighter.
Rounding a corner he comes to a open area, slots ending in a few paces to more hallways with no foreseeable exits. This makes him stop and look about. Some green has found way into the area and light breaks in from the ceiling in tiled patterns.]
