Johnny Sooshi
Just a sleepy guy
(sorry I'm late )
Cyrus
"A war and you want me? Well I can't say that I'm big on fighting for you, but the pay's always good for MY services so I'll take it."
Cyrus followed the guard out and was handed a pin for rank identification. He had done enough odd jobs on behalf of the government that he had status as a specialist. Still, he wasn't going to try and work anyone over yet. He stole and they didn't know that, and it was going to stay that way.
Cyrus had known this would come. He had a bag packed with supplies and rations slung over his shoulder. The chill in the grey winter sky made him shiver a bit but he left his jacket open anyway, revealing the tattoos on his chest and stomach.
The town courtyard was crowed with soldiers and people alike, mostly men being forced into service. Cyrus learned long ago that it wasn't worth it fighting what the government wanted. They'd get it anyway, given enough time. "Course that doesn't mean I couldn't topple them myself," he muttered, "Or at least not me but you can, right Silver Fang?"
"Yes. Course I can."
"I thought so," he said out loud.
He sat down on a vacant bench and pulled his bandanna down, despite the biting wind on his face. Cyrus liked the cold. It made him feel alive, and existent. He adjusted the patch over his right eye, making sure it didn't move. "No need to come out now Silver Fang. The time will come later," he said.
"As long as I get to slit some throats Cyrus"
"Of course."
Cyrus
"A war and you want me? Well I can't say that I'm big on fighting for you, but the pay's always good for MY services so I'll take it."
Cyrus followed the guard out and was handed a pin for rank identification. He had done enough odd jobs on behalf of the government that he had status as a specialist. Still, he wasn't going to try and work anyone over yet. He stole and they didn't know that, and it was going to stay that way.
Cyrus had known this would come. He had a bag packed with supplies and rations slung over his shoulder. The chill in the grey winter sky made him shiver a bit but he left his jacket open anyway, revealing the tattoos on his chest and stomach.
The town courtyard was crowed with soldiers and people alike, mostly men being forced into service. Cyrus learned long ago that it wasn't worth it fighting what the government wanted. They'd get it anyway, given enough time. "Course that doesn't mean I couldn't topple them myself," he muttered, "Or at least not me but you can, right Silver Fang?"
"Yes. Course I can."
"I thought so," he said out loud.
He sat down on a vacant bench and pulled his bandanna down, despite the biting wind on his face. Cyrus liked the cold. It made him feel alive, and existent. He adjusted the patch over his right eye, making sure it didn't move. "No need to come out now Silver Fang. The time will come later," he said.
"As long as I get to slit some throats Cyrus"
"Of course."