08-12-2020, 07:53 AM
THE TACTICIAN
Someday I’ll make something out of me, years of imitating mastery only made me a better thief
Good and evil. Delicate the act of balancing one against the other, concept bearing soft, pliable edges coarse where it touched against the notion of definition, nebulous until a lacking box any attempt at such. Of it they bore only a quiet, minimal idea, a sense surrounding what may be deemed good, and thus proper, and that wrong, the divide present between peace and war an unknown.
At the very least known the faux battlefield conducted during the actions of play, if distasteful many that which they had been roped into at the behest of another.
Own choice this, however, approach staged in slow, even steps, hesitation breaking each apart. Unknown that who spoke, though the similarities between himself and another may not escape recognition for more than a few moments, appeased their nerves. "Can… I join, please, sir." Stilted the manner Harlow spoke, shakey the little smile they offered forth, unnecessary but still sought approval for only so much may be swept aside without further information presented.
At the very least known the faux battlefield conducted during the actions of play, if distasteful many that which they had been roped into at the behest of another.
Own choice this, however, approach staged in slow, even steps, hesitation breaking each apart. Unknown that who spoke, though the similarities between himself and another may not escape recognition for more than a few moments, appeased their nerves. "Can… I join, please, sir." Stilted the manner Harlow spoke, shakey the little smile they offered forth, unnecessary but still sought approval for only so much may be swept aside without further information presented.
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