Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

renard angled their head a little, but, well…it was true. donovan had his nose everywhere as much as they did – probably more, by virtue of his position. and good to hear; that would, uh, certainly lead places fast.

“oh, i'm always happy to help.” it came out exactly as dry as you'd expect.

the verbal tennis match continued up to nemisis’ admission and, well, no better time to start getting a feel for how this would go outside of the single conversation they’d held below the glacier.

“the saints not enough for you?” it wasn’t that renard wouldn’t have been happier with her gone, because unstable was...still a kind word – it was just that there was an entire group out there that were her kind. there were a wealth of things this could have meant, and they all seemed equally…well, not concerning, just fucking bizarre.

and the funny thing was that they still didn’t know the half of it.