Rambling writing trying to add depth or personality to a character for Shadowrun.
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The ember of Prinz’s burning deepweed shone red in the omnipresent dark of the alleyway. Rain, or something very similar to rain, poured from Uptown overhead.
Like a furnace grate opened, Prinz exhaled a long ribbon of multi-colored smoke from his luminous, scarred mouth. It wafted up to meet the rain.
Falling angels, rising demons.