Lars
he / him / his
thirty-three
july 26
alto mare, johto
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
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POSTED ON Apr 15, 2023 21:29:17 GMT
“First…”He absolutely detested the heat. Fuck it, to hell, all the way down to the deepest circle. Mamma mia, why did places like this exist?! Without even thinking, he then reached for the hem of the turtleneck he was wearing and moved to strip the offending piece of clothing down and away. Fact of the matter it was already drenched in sweat and he did not like that feeling either. By doing this, it would also reveal that he had… much more tattoos than the last time. Most of his skin that wasn’t exposed for the world to see had intricate designs permanently etched into it. “…this is my way of honoring the lost one,” he muttered quietly as he ran a hand through his equally-sticky hair, never mind if it got slicked back because… ugh. Being in extremely close proximity to this place was literally going to cook him alive if they didn’t hurry up. “And now… we wait.”Even if he knew that his voice couldn’t reach the other presence that used to sit in his mind, he closed his eyes and stood there. Waiting quietly… After what seemingly felt like an eternity, the wind chilled—somewhat, and in an explosion of scattered ice shards that melted almost immediately into water droplets—the NEET Iceborne Mirage appeared, an equally-cranky look on their features, before letting out a low, guttural growl that he picked up on. “Look, look!” he began once he could feel the frigid presence nearby. “I know you can hear me. Can… can you tell if there’s any sign of Moltres around here?”
Surely, with him namedropping the other Mirage, maybe that would elicit a reaction from them…
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