A loose cannon cop, living on the edge. His eyes hardened by the crimes he's wittnessed in this tortured town. These ponies don't know how bad it really is.
[Yes that is Crmsn making an otherwise seemingly quiet afternoon working guard duty more fun by narrating to himself.
It's not at all quiet either. We are aware he's a dork, thank you.]
As he walks the streets of the Night Market, a lone figure catches his eye. He idly wonders if they realize just how suspicious they look.
[He pauses a second to swtch into character, his best Bogart.]
Bit late in the season t'be so bundled ennit, sweetheart?
[B. Action]
[Yes that is Crmsn making an otherwise seemingly quiet afternoon working guard duty more fun by narrating to himself.
It's not at all quiet either. We are aware he's a dork, thank you.]
As he walks the streets of the Night Market, a lone figure catches his eye. He idly wonders if they realize just how suspicious they look.
[He pauses a second to swtch into character, his best Bogart.]
Bit late in the season t'be so bundled ennit, sweetheart?