Motivation, hm? Well, he could see no harm in offering it, since he had little in the way of doubt that everyone else present was at least putting a card or two on the table, and it would be strange to draw a line at that particular point. "Part of it's because I already killed someone, since y...

"There's one big problem there. What you know about life before this fucking shithole won't actively help you in the end, you aren't wrong about that, but it's certainly not useless. The goal of being pre-meditated about killing someone, when you really break it all down, is to either walk away...

Well, here we are again. So, Julien has a kill under his belt now, which was integral to some of the things I have thought up for him going further into stages of the game, and I've started to branch out more with how I'm showing it. So if you want to see more of him, I would very much appreciate a ...

The devil, hm? How clichéd. But all the same... "I find myself curious as well. Alright, then." Julien found something almost amusing in the assumption that he wanted to go far, that it was just playing pretend hero, a grand excuse to vie for being king of the hill while wearing the flayed...

"Indeed." It crossed his mind that perhaps he should fill some blanks in for them about Blaise. But that was something he hoped to make a strictly personal matter, so he made the unwise choice to keep that information to himself, for now at least. [ Julien Leblanc continued from Wind Parad...

[ Julien Leblanc continued from Zero Sum . ] It had to have been a few hours by now. Hours of nothing but the sounds of wind bowing the trees in a rush, twigs and leaves crunching beneath his boots, and the occasional talk or invocation for Lucas to help him. The only constant thing had been the ago...

"Hey. Memories are enough." His scythe in his hands again, reduced once more to a glorified crutch, Julien started on his way after Lucas. The pace was a painfully slow one, and the breeze blowing through the clearing was the only thing that felt pleasant right now, his slacks sticking to ...

"I'm sorry you had to go through that... not that it matters for much." Julien tested the sharpness of the knife Lucas had handed him with his thumb, in the way he'd been taught to once. Good enough to shave with, good enough to do; hopefully it would retain its edge well too. "And......

Camilla as I'm imagining her has a green sweater on, a gray skirt and flats. On the simpler side, but it's befitting for what I know of her and how she is. The shoes are dirty, her skirt is marked and rumpled, and the sweater could have been snagged in a few places, her hair is a mess, and Camilla h...

Julien had just the thing for Lucas, as it happened. "Like this, you mean?" He held out the Keyblade. He did think it was a strange sort of thing to be collecting, but people did strange things even at the most mundane of times, and so he saw nothing truly bizarre in that. "And yes, I...

"You," Julien stopped, reaching into his bag for water he desperately needed. Much better. "You know we, ah... we don't need to do this little dance, you know that, right? There's a common goal here of wanting to make Erika fucking dead and I am happy to help you in any way you need. ...

Had he actually just... Fuck it, it didn't matter. And he appreciated it, in its way; cringing was preferable to screaming. It helped that Julien did also have nice legs, and had worked hard to. "Appreciate it." Besides, the wound was patched up at least somewhat. That was the most immedia...

It didn't just sting, it burned like fuck. But feeling hellfire chafe against raw nerves helped to ground him a little, somehow. He could still see himself bleeding, hear his heart trying to climb out of his throat, and feel the pain. There was some comfort in that, in not being dead just yet. Death...

Once Saffron had been shot his brain turned off for a little while, going along with Lucas dragging him out of the clearing as best he could manage to try and take some of the edge off the agony of the jagged hole in his leg scraping against grass and dirt. As soon as he was safe behind a tree Julie...

It seemed help had arrived, right when he could most use it. How fortunate. "I, ah, don't know who," Julien said, stopping moving so that he could sit up and make the lifting that would inevitably have to happen easier. An obvious question, yes, but they were helping him so it only felt pr...