Arthur/Open

[ceaselesslabor]

It had been a long night. Arthur had been up far too long, far too late, and he knows better than to try and push through on so little sleep. Parker had gone to sleep hours ago, providing bo outlet for the pounding sense that he has to go out and do something.

The city is unusually quiet, a fact that Arthur clocks almost immediately. It's dark. It's damp. There's a heavy, oppressive nature to the entire place, like moments before a storm. Except, in this case, the night sky is clear. The wind is still. The moon casts an eerie, hazy film over the sleepless city.

He hears a loud cry, a sharp sound in the strange stillness.

It sounds like someone calling for help.

He rushes towards the disturbance, shoes pounding against the pavement.

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[ceaselesslabor]

"You can't just - kill people in the streets!" he shouts as the skies begin to fill with clouds. He shudders, looking up. "Where - where the fuck did you come from?"

It's hard to say what sort of man that this is. It's hard to really tell what he's done with his life to end up here. But he obviously has something to do with this.

[youflail]

"Velen," Olgierd answers, like it's an obvious answer. There's a moment before he admits, hint of irritation in his voice, "Somewhere that is obviously quite different from here."

What the fuck is asphalt, guys? And why