08-27-2019, 11:27 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"]This felt like something right out of a horror story. The big scary cult in an abandoned town — the whole world was like that now, culty and weird, but Atlas normally doesn't let it bother him. Then again, he's normally not this goddamn close to it. The man has stood in the back of this "meeting" and listened with a quiet, flat sort of curiosity. Catalyst was gone, they were the leader, that's not all that surprising. Who got married? Weird, it's all so fucking weird. A shooter, not ideal. Rather not get killed for this shitty place. But overall, this is the sort of news that he's expected. Then it's not. Atlas doesn't shift from his spot when Addy calls him, mossy eyes narrowed suspiciously. A fucking bandanna? Seriously? Are they all a bunch of children?
His hesitation drags on to awkward lengths, but eventually he scoffs and steps forward, taking the offered items with a certain brand of disinterest. "Do I have to wear them?"
His hesitation drags on to awkward lengths, but eventually he scoffs and steps forward, taking the offered items with a certain brand of disinterest. "Do I have to wear them?"