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[b]Bogard Sunny x Drum Island x Heading towards the Rose Horizon[/b]

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[indent] Bogard nodded heartedly. [color=red][b] “Funny, I was thinking the same exact thing. Kinda getting tired of running from the Marines though. I’m also tired of not being useful to my crew but who am I to complain,”[/b][/color] he admitted somberly. [color=red][b] “Welp, let's get the hell out of here, Xerxes!”[/b][/color] 

A smile surfaced through his words before turning into giddy grin and then into a contagious chuckle. There was no one around them so he felt secure enough to abandon his weapon. He shifted the crimson gladius into a mystical carpet of sorts to sweep up Xerxes five feet off the snowy floor. The cloth was willed to hold him there without giving in to his weight. 

It was the power of red and Bogard’s will. 

The next time he spoke his voice had touched the microscopic tendrils of red around them, traveling and bounding off each line, jumping from each speck of the color and booming in the ears of all nearby. He could see flickering waves of red, rose, crimson, blood, orange and pink for just that instant in time, for reasons unknown to him. [color=red][b] “RED HOODS! LET’S GO BACK TO ROSE HORIZON. LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!”[/b][/color] He tightened his flesh hand into a fist, screaming these words in hopes of them reaching his crew.

His dash through the snow had sped up suddenly. It was like he was no longer stepping on the snow but instead was touching on the air. It was different from any movement he had ever felt before, it was as natural as if he was running on the flattest land; his speed had not been hampered in the slightest. He pondered for a split-second if he had tapped into something he had never imagined. Thin waves of red flickered in his sights before disappearing all together and flickering again, near invisible colors reflected off the snow. 

When he felt a chilling gaze on him, he twisted his sight mid-stride and spotted, The Messenger. She stood on the corner-edge of a blackened, charred house. A porcelain smiled curved on her lips. It was as if she delighted in the slight, terrified, hidden thoughts that someone from his crew wouldn't make it back. 

He tried to the touch that indescribable, all surrounding power again but he failed. It was too nimble and small all of a sudden. There was no way he’d catch it, he decided. He hadn't seen how he had done it before. His face became blank as he realized the waves of multi-colored reds had vanished from his vision. Black leather boots sunk deep into the snow but he was quick to resume his exhausting trudge through the hardy ice shards. 

[color=Red][i] It... It felt like red. But could red really be all around me?[/i][/color] [/indent][hr]