The Redeemed Custodian gazed over his encampment, his flowing purple robes protecting him from Infernos baking heat. As his minions go about thier business, all is peace and serenity. Calm and meditaion is the key to--*BONK* Something hits him on the back of the head. Startled, he looks down. There slowly turning into a puddle of water was a...snowball? Outraged, he looks around and frowns at a figure in the distance. He glides to the edge of his platform and glares. The figure sees him and waves cheerfully. Singing an order to his Kuir-Moors to hold thier place, he surges forward to battle. HE will teach this interloper some manners! Bringing his spear around he charges the waiting, black armored figure.
Some minutes later:
Gun casually searches the still figure, lying on the baked ground. Fishing a small gem from beneath the robes, he gazes at it. Turning it back and forth so it catches the suns rays, he grins. Yeah, this would look good on Ciy. Tucking it into a pocket on his vest, he leans over and pulls a heavily insulated bag closer to him. Reaching into the bag, he pulls out a snowball. Penumbra really CAN be useful at times, he muses. Standing up, he cranes his head back and forth, looking for more purple robes.
His comm beeps.
< Hey Boss?
< Go ahead.
< You should prolly come back here. Theres something you should see.
< Is it the end of the world as we know it? Or something equally important? I'm shopping here.
< Well, not that bad, but its Chit Chat. They're at it again. And this time they mentioned you.
< *sigh* Allright. I'm on my way.