The Lance the Witch and the Wardrobe... wait what?! [Inv]
Feb 9, 2016 8:19:49 GMT -7
Post by Madame Loki on Feb 9, 2016 8:19:49 GMT -7
Loki was still combing through the desert for signs of his mothers base, when he found himself at an oasis. Loki decided to use this opportunity to take a rest and get his bearings. He sat down on a boulder about 5 meters from the deep pool of water that was in the middle of this tiny fresh water beach in the middle of the harsh desert. The desert winds blew over the many sand hills that surround the area, and then the lush leaves of the tree branches that populated his immediate vicinity. He looked up into the trees to see if they bared any fruit. Unfortunately that did not appeared to be the case. Loki sighed and looked around the area to see if there was anything else he could make use of.
He dust off his dark blue leather coat, that flowed around his body Inside of the coat, hidden were a multitude of bottles, all of which had sand inside of them. His leather coat laid over his white T-shirt, and loosely tied tie. Underneath the shirt he had his Tactical vest that was filled with an assortment, of shuriken(30) and kunia(4). His black pants went down to his Dormant ATs, that were now rested in the sand at his feet. These were his newly acquired Focke Wulfs, or as Loki had named them, The Fenrir Regalia. He thought the name was fitting, as he planned to use them to slay a so called Goddess. His pants were held up by a white utility belt, and held more bottles of sand towards it's back, where they were covered by the coat. He also had his double bladed katana hanging from the belts side. Although he wouldn't get much use from it, as he had not yet learned a single sword technique as of yet. It was just decoration at this point.
Loki ran his fingers through his hair, as the wind blew through the area, never even hinting that the sleeves of his coat house two kunia, each of with had explosive tags wrapped around their handles. As Loki move his hair, he placed his sniper googles, that looked more like shades on the top his head. This would revealed his gorgeous face, his radiate smile, and his mesmerizing right eye that was a very cool light blue at the moment. The kanji in its center, read "Rebel". There were a large assort of tags both explosive, and not so explosive nature hidden within is belt and vest(80 each). He also had several grenades on hand(4), because why the hell not? Loki chuckled to himself, "Where the hell are you?"
He dust off his dark blue leather coat, that flowed around his body Inside of the coat, hidden were a multitude of bottles, all of which had sand inside of them. His leather coat laid over his white T-shirt, and loosely tied tie. Underneath the shirt he had his Tactical vest that was filled with an assortment, of shuriken(30) and kunia(4). His black pants went down to his Dormant ATs, that were now rested in the sand at his feet. These were his newly acquired Focke Wulfs, or as Loki had named them, The Fenrir Regalia. He thought the name was fitting, as he planned to use them to slay a so called Goddess. His pants were held up by a white utility belt, and held more bottles of sand towards it's back, where they were covered by the coat. He also had his double bladed katana hanging from the belts side. Although he wouldn't get much use from it, as he had not yet learned a single sword technique as of yet. It was just decoration at this point.
Loki ran his fingers through his hair, as the wind blew through the area, never even hinting that the sleeves of his coat house two kunia, each of with had explosive tags wrapped around their handles. As Loki move his hair, he placed his sniper googles, that looked more like shades on the top his head. This would revealed his gorgeous face, his radiate smile, and his mesmerizing right eye that was a very cool light blue at the moment. The kanji in its center, read "Rebel". There were a large assort of tags both explosive, and not so explosive nature hidden within is belt and vest(80 each). He also had several grenades on hand(4), because why the hell not? Loki chuckled to himself, "Where the hell are you?"