1 There once was a village hidden in the mist(invite only no kill)) Sun Nov 04, 2012 10:30 am
Mure
D-rank
Sero entered the cemetery during the fog of the still dark morning. his cold expression the same as usual even as he lights up his cigarette. taking a deep breath of it he looks off towards the direction of the burned Kiri in his calculations and calmly takes a drag. as usual he held no weapons. just his clothes. the pants and the hoody and the boots. his free hand flicked at the lighter idly while he contemplated the death toll and how one could rebuild without any people. and even if they rebuilt how could one prevent it from happening again. was there a way to prevent magical fire? doubtful.