[center][h2][color=darkred]Delsin Rowe[/color][/h2]
[color=darkred][b]Level:[/b][/color] 1
[color=darkred][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day Three - Evening
[color=darkred][b]Location:[/b][/color] Floor 49 - Tetris Castle to The Forbidden Lands Temple Bridge
[color=darkred][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Tenma Tendo][@ONL]
[color=darkred][b]Experience:[/b][/color] ////////// (0/10)
[color=darkred][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 395[/center]

Delsin did as he was told, although the instruction to reach for control sticks was weird...control sticks? What were those? He raised the Binocucom to his eyes and zoomed in on the herd of horses that Bentley had spotted out in the plains. He sorta agreed with the plans; when they'd gone over the map earlier, Delsin knew that his smoke speed boost wouldn't last even a third of the way to the prison. He removed the Binocucom to take a glance at the turtle. None of the party were good with animals, so he thought, but hey, better have a shitty plan than no plan at all.

The young man hooked the device back onto his belt and tapped Bentley on the shoulder.

[color=darkred]"Well, if I'm fast enough, I could probably try to corral those horses nearer to you. We dart a few of 'em, then see if Tiz can get 'em tame? Or something? I have no idea how to deal with horses at all."[/color]

Delsin crossed his arms, standing next to Bentley. With the distance they had from the temple, he was glad that he was out of earshot of the Boss. Temper tantrums, a man his age throwing a tantrum like a child? He scoffed. Not exactly the best team leader, but with the threat of their home games being destroyed...well it was all they had. Delsin pushed the thoughts from his mind as he rolled his shoulders and hopped on his toes, limbering himself up for the horse wrangling in his near future. The closest he'd ever been to a wild horse was hearing stories about the herds of wild horses in Europe back when he was at the reservation, listening in on his elders telling stories while he was busy painting one of the outside walls with a new stencil design he'd come up with. After that was the running away when someone inevitably found him spray painting the reservation wall. Back then he didn't have his smoke powers, just his legs.

All that was behind him now. Ever since he became a Conduit, he'd been whipped around like smoke in the wind. Ironic, considering he could become smoke.