Post by Marquis on Jul 22, 2012 12:19:32 GMT -5
Deion stood. Silent. Found. With a cause that he might only find correct. He was surely determined. The guild was not very known, and Deion realised it would be a good place to restart from the government. He stared. Angry and bound to his rage. Yet calm, cool. He was collected. Entertained as he walked into Clover. A town that he actually never went to before. Until now. Ths day would clearly make him hate this town.
He had two choices when he came into Clover. To kill his intended target and be branded a criminal despite having evidence to reveal him as a criminal, or simply reveal the criminal. His judgement clouded by his negative emotions used to fuel his ideals for revenge, and he went with the latter. Regardless of the outcome, in this state, Deion was not truely there. He was simply a shell that walked to the call of revenge.
He had two choices when he came into Clover. To kill his intended target and be branded a criminal despite having evidence to reveal him as a criminal, or simply reveal the criminal. His judgement clouded by his negative emotions used to fuel his ideals for revenge, and he went with the latter. Regardless of the outcome, in this state, Deion was not truely there. He was simply a shell that walked to the call of revenge.
