[ Character Development. ]

Description

Atticus sighed as he stared into the rubble of an abandoned warehouse. He had lost his trident and lance in the wreck, along with a ton of the other’s supplies. There was no hope of getting them out of the wreckage without risking one of their lives. He had separated Loki’s supplies into a stash outside the house, hoping he wouldnt have to ever use them, almost a tribute to the tom even after his demise. Atticus felt a lump start to form in his throat. He warily waddled to the secret stash he had made for his late boyfriend. Tick. Tock. He imagined Loki, looking over him. What would he want Atticus to do? He paused momentarily. Loki would want him to survive. Loki would want him to win. Loki would want him to take the stash. He exhaled sharply and uncovered the stash with a brushing gesture; getting all the moss and weeds off of it. He found a medium green bag. His heart skipped a beat. The green was just like Loki's coat. He bit back tears and opened the bag to reveal the stored away supplies. In it laid : A longsword with little engravings on the grip and pommel. A single dagger that had a thick and pointy blade. A large rope that coiled around itself almost like a snake. And finally A small teal water bottle, just like his half-brother. Atticus took the bag and strapped it on his flank, heading over to the others. He glanced at them and dropped the bag, spilling its contents on the mossy ground. He took the longsword for himself and kicked the remains of the supplies towards the group. “ Dig in-” His voice sounded guilty. “ It’s all Loki’s..” His eyes seemed to darken. He grabbed the bag and selfishly took it for himself, he couldn't let them have this though, it meant too much to him. He tilted his head up to the sky, seeing the blue and purple waves running through it like a gradient. The sun had seemed to go to bed by now. He mouthed the words to the dark sky. “ I will win, I will avenge you. “ Tick. Tock. - new inventory : 3 spiders, 1 Longsword.