[ The world is vast and replete with locations perfect for two warriors without peer to face off against each other without interference or audience. But most of those locations do require some extra effort taken to reach them. Couple that with Zenos viator Galvus's general inclination to never hurry anywhere, and the suspense has no doubt grown unbearably thick.
But he is making his way there. He intends to keep his own promise, and he is curious if she will keep hers... but not much bothered one way or another if she does or doesn't. Oh, the idea of her throwing herself at him in the nude is intriguing, yes... but it is the garnish atop the meal he was already prepared to devour in its entirety. Whatever awaits him, whatever state his friend is in when he comes upon her, he is certain that he will be pleased. That certainty is what drives him forward at his unhurried pace... an unhurried pace that is the cause of the slow, heavy footsteps approaching Caligi from somewhere far behind her.
Zenos is properly dressed if one were to simply be taking matters of modesty into account, but underdressed by his usual battle-ready standards. No armored coat hanging from his shoulders, no creaking layers of leather. The only things on his person to properly betray that it is him that approaches are his heavy boots and his absolutely enormous gunscythe. ]
Ah! My friend!
[ How... charmingly bestial to find her in the altogether, sitting beside her own preposterously large weapon, stuffing food in her mouth. When she turns to look she will find him smiling in that unsettling way of his, and clad in no more than simple pants and a loose silk shirt.
A flick of his wrist and a shifting of his shoulders and he readies his scythe and his stance. ]
You are in fine form today!
[ It is.... good to be complimentary, is it not? ]
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But he is making his way there. He intends to keep his own promise, and he is curious if she will keep hers... but not much bothered one way or another if she does or doesn't. Oh, the idea of her throwing herself at him in the nude is intriguing, yes... but it is the garnish atop the meal he was already prepared to devour in its entirety. Whatever awaits him, whatever state his friend is in when he comes upon her, he is certain that he will be pleased. That certainty is what drives him forward at his unhurried pace... an unhurried pace that is the cause of the slow, heavy footsteps approaching Caligi from somewhere far behind her.
Zenos is properly dressed if one were to simply be taking matters of modesty into account, but underdressed by his usual battle-ready standards. No armored coat hanging from his shoulders, no creaking layers of leather. The only things on his person to properly betray that it is him that approaches are his heavy boots and his absolutely enormous gunscythe. ]
Ah! My friend!
[ How... charmingly bestial to find her in the altogether, sitting beside her own preposterously large weapon, stuffing food in her mouth. When she turns to look she will find him smiling in that unsettling way of his, and clad in no more than simple pants and a loose silk shirt.
A flick of his wrist and a shifting of his shoulders and he readies his scythe and his stance. ]
You are in fine form today!
[ It is.... good to be complimentary, is it not? ]