The Grand Entrance Of the Azeal

((Heh sorry for the long delay of my RPing, Personal reason's. well anywho Im here now.))

Azeal stepped atop of a crumbleing wall that had fallen over onto it's side, only being held slightly above the ground by a multitude of diffrent object's laying under it. His Knightmare Frame was skillfuly hidden under a tarp with rock's and other reckage ontop of it. He stood looking of into the Ghetto that was apperantly lifless now. He was on the run from a few of the law inforcement of Britania though it seem's get had lost them amung's the buidling's, not like they had even really cared to find him in here. At his side was a MK.23 pistol with a silencer attached. A sigh slipped from his lips as his body relaxed and his eye's only half opened now, Giving off a disgruntled lazy look to him. he slimped down to sit crosslegged on the ruined wall and stared off into the darkening sky.

"God damn it everywhere I go I cant even have a nice relaxed day....well I better go looking for supplies and crap....soon."

OOC: Uh dude you the Mk. 23 may be a real pistol but this is an alternate reality. Also I don't want you using real guns, so make your own gun in the armory before you can use it. Sorry.

((Ahhhh fine.))

OOC: Have you made it yet?

((No sorry, im alittle pressed for time doing other things. Should have it by the time you get back from where ever youre going though.))

OOC: Make it whenever I'll be checking every so often.