places we won't walk / rosebloods visitor

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]prestige had not been in this land long, but he knew well of the groups that lived here. he was a long way from the rosebloods' old home, that was for damn sure. that didn't matter, though. they had regathered, and they were all together again. sola was back. she would lead them to greatness.

he had patrolled around this area once, before the rosebloods was built again. a group of pirates living off the sea, doing what they wanted. they would have been good allies, but he knew better than that. the rosebloods prided themselves as the very best, the most ruthless group to exist, and though he assumed the typhoon could probably get behind that, his home was not keen on alliances. it was a shame, really.

he hoped they wouldn't take it too hard. the tuxedo tom was really not looking forward to a fight that day. despite his reluctance, prestige continued on, slowly wading over the sunken railroad tracks toward the island in the distance. he reached it some time later, pausing just before the sand; he was fine in the cool water. blue eyes slowly took in the stretching beach, lingering on the jungle for a moment, until finally he sighed. time to start, he supposed.

"hello," pres called out tiredly. "my name is prestige. i come from a group called the rosebloods."