[He's barely been in the city a minute before he takes to the air, sticking to the silhouettes of buildings to keep from making too much a target of himself. He's a soldier, he's a commander, and he's taking the highest ground he can find.
The clocktower.
It's just shy of nine in the evening, and though the cold stiffens his wings so that it's difficult to fly, it's worth it for the vantage the top of the tower grants him. The position of the clock's arms just beg him to stand there, feet firmly on the hour hand, one arm braced against the cold metal of the minute hand, one fist set on his jaunty hip as he surveys the strange, alien city.]
Dark and sinister world, huh.
[One corner of his mouth curls up even as his voice deepens.]
'Have at thee.'
[He sits right there on the hour hand, minding the length of his horns as he tilts his head to laugh at the sky, light and mocking.]
Well, it's a change of pace, at least.
[The troll sits there still as the tower bells sound, thin wings and long horns outlined against the clock, taking in the stars that light this new adventure.]
The Summoner | Homestuck | 3-1
The clocktower.
It's just shy of nine in the evening, and though the cold stiffens his wings so that it's difficult to fly, it's worth it for the vantage the top of the tower grants him. The position of the clock's arms just beg him to stand there, feet firmly on the hour hand, one arm braced against the cold metal of the minute hand, one fist set on his jaunty hip as he surveys the strange, alien city.]
Dark and sinister world, huh.
[One corner of his mouth curls up even as his voice deepens.]
'Have at thee.'
[He sits right there on the hour hand, minding the length of his horns as he tilts his head to laugh at the sky, light and mocking.]
Well, it's a change of pace, at least.
[The troll sits there still as the tower bells sound, thin wings and long horns outlined against the clock, taking in the stars that light this new adventure.]