Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140512031528/@comment-4681758-20140731170234

As Ciarán drove off in severe pain, instead of making his way home, he instead changed direction and pulled up in front on the cathedral. Making his way inside, he pulled down his hood and removed his scarf.

Kneeling in one of the pews, Ciarán reflected on just what exactly he'd faced tonight, and what went wrong.

''...I was unprepared. I've fought men who've infused their bodies with Dust before, but nothing like this. I failed... For now. I'll need to approach this with a new startegy... And a fireproof coat wouldn't hurt, either. But his victory is only temporary. Because for all his power and arrogance, there's one thing I know I can do that he will never understand, much less copy.''

I will never, ever give up.