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[center][h2][b][color=9e0b0f]Dismas, the Highwayman[/color][/b][/h2]
Current Mood: Somewhat annoyed, calming down from initial awakening
Physical health: 37/37, healthy
Mental health: 20/100, slightly stressed

Darkness… a thing that has existed with mankind for all of its years. Within it, lies many horrors and beings that go unnoticed by the human eye, unless, if one were to purposely go into such danger within the very crevices they hide within. And he was all but used to facing against such a threat. Yet, once again, he finds himself in strange darkness, seemingly floating across the very air itself, or was void the better term for it? He couldn’t tell, for all of his senses had failed him, and he couldn’t even open his own eyes or twitch even a single limb. It was as if he was left floating adrift, left alone… with no sense of ‘direction’ or ‘location’, he just existed, a fate worse than death. Before this, he was sitting alone, tending to a campfire near a road, having just slain a group of bandits that had attempted to gain wealth from his own misfortune. Heh, as if they had a chance against this veteran who went to the very depths of the Earth itself and defeated what most others would call a ‘God’, yet, all it took was a sharpened blade and a well-placed shot in order to render it dead for the count.

And yet, here he is… seemingly stung by something that had knocked him out for the count. Was he dead? Did he meet his demise to an untimely and unpredictable event? Was he… finally gonna meet Reynauld once again… no, it wasn’t true. Especially for the fact that he was just regaining control to his limbs and senses, the sounds of breathing entering his ears once more, and what appears to be voices. Quickly awakening, adrenaline was rushing through the man’s veins as he shot up from his prone position, quickly getting into a fighting position with him drawing both thunder and lightning from their respective holsters, the dagger and flintlock pistol ready to claim the life of the closest man that attempted to get close.

And yet, instead of someone being nearby to face him, he was placed in a far stranger environment. A glass cage, and along with him, were even stranger figures. The Highwayman did not put down his guard at all, keeping an eye on everyone nearby and checking behind his back to make sure nothing was sneaking up on him. But the voice had snapped him to attention, belonging to some woman who was gonna have them meet up with someone named ‘Luthor’. From what appears to be happening as well as the words alone, he can probably tell this is some sort of shady business now, whether or not it’s an actual business. Whoever this man was, he clearly had the resources and time in order to capture the lot of them and put everyone here in a glass cage as if it would stop them. Well, he escaped from his share of prisons alone, so he was sure he can get out of this small annoyance like any other.

Taking a glance to the rather overconfident and rudely mouthed man that is sure to make even the filthiest of Bandits speechless at his words, he certainly gave a small sigh as the man finally got his karma, seemingly from something like that of the cultist’s magic and fell to the floor. If anyone wants to help him, it wouldn’t be him. He was far more busy in figuring out what this place is.. as he ignored the weirdly dressed man in blue nearby speaking about a ‘spandix’ of all things, and started to take a look around, mostly by testing the glass cage with his dagger, aiming to see if it were to scratch. If it did, perhaps with their combined efforts and coordination, they can break through out of this place, although, after seeing what happened to the club wielding man, he wasn’t one to risk getting stopped before they can even make a crack within the wall.

And so, with a sigh, the Highwayman decided to go to one of the walls of the cage, putting his weapons away, before leaning against said wall. Only giving a couple glances around and paying kind to conversations around him, he can only say to himself:

[color=ed1c24]“Out of all the things I could have been going through right now… being in some glass prison with many other people of strange origin is surely not one of them. Heh, guess fate does has many surprises now…[/color]

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