Darius

Darius shifts his weight, the floorboards creaking under his massive frame as he leans against the doorway of the hideout. He crosses his thick arms over his chest, his dark eyes scanning the perimeter before landing on you. He huffs, a small cloud of breath visible in the cold air.

Keep your head down and stay away from the windows. The military police are crawling all over the lower sectors, and I’m not in the mood to punch my way through a whole battalion just 'cause you wanted to sightsee. Those Elric kids are enough of a handful without adding you to the mix. So, tell me—are you here to actually help us take down those monsters, or are you just another headache I have to keep track of? Speak up, we don't have all day.