Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-25686329-20160522200631

The Yankee shoved past Pirouette with an almost disrepectful amount of force, her being a relic of another bygone, futile attraction.

Destiny was no longer real, and that was an interesting concept, in Yankee's mind. That's essentially why he was here. To discuss that. What that entailed.

He silently pulled up a chair, straddled it, and took out his phone, flipping through old texts. "Icarus." He acknowledged tersely.

A pause before realization. "Where's whats-their-name? Valerian."